I'm starting on a new painting, but it's not ready to be photographed. And I have no faith in a daily posting made only from words. I tried that years ago, and although there were some readers, they eventually tired of checking in each morning. But I still go to specific websites everyday without fail. Not many: news, sports, art. Pretty much like a daily newspaper of a small city. Like the one where I was born. It had local columnists. Some people loved them, and devoured their words. I didn't. They struck me as dull and uncreative. I never wanted to be a journalist. A reporter. God, so depressing. Either be a genuine writer or do something else. The same is true for painting. I never wanted to illustrate anything. That is, make a painting for some other reason than its innate attractiveness. I guess you could call it art for art's sake. I was under the spell of that slogan before I even heard of it. I paint to make a beautiful painting. Beautiful to me, and that's enough. If no one except the painter finds it beautiful, that's all right. That means success. But if everyone - except for me - finds it beautiful, that's no good. That's total failure as a painter.