Entry 64: Dude, I can't find my big girl panties

It's been a rough week (month, year, life)  and I haven't been in the mood to post - nothin' nice to say blah, blah, blah. And although I was hoping to muster the energy to make my way to the studio to work on two paintings I was initially excited to start, my schedule has been a little full - I've been very, very busy being depressed and overwhelmed watching my world avalanche in on itself.

Normally, my prescription for everything is "go paint!" but not this time - for reasons waaaay beyond my control, I'm stuck in a nightmarish holding pattern and I just can't muster enough energy to even pretend I can 'fake it till you make it'. So we've got two large-ish scale paintings hanging in my studio that're only partially done and me sitting here just staring at the computer screen.
 

Right now - my mojo is gone, my big girl panties are missing and I've got some very scary fish to fry.

I do have pics of last week's half assed attempts at painting though.

Behold....
the messes I leave behind:

 

 

Ugh....Pepe has glaucoma.

Will do surgery if/when things decide to straighten out.

 

 

Hmmmm - kinda looks the way I feel....
shock, awe, and with a hint of
"dude, no way that just happened".



"...how the......?"

"Nope, no way. Can't be real"

 

 

"Maaannn, that's imposseeble. Absowutewy imposeeeble".

   

 

Double ugh.

And poop.


This still cracks me up though:
http://becklaneartist2013.blogspot.com/2013/03/entry-60-ugh-blurgpoop_9.html