Painting should be difficult - where is the fun in it being easy? Those endless moments where one knows one should do something, make a move, lose what one has, make anew but can't get out of the chair, or walk around looking at images, putting on music, mowing the grass, anything but do what must be done. One has to love the madness of it and the pull that painting exerts : that voice urging re-engagement. "go on, get in there. Stop prevaricating. It doesn't matter if it falls short, it's your failure, sort it"