Sorry, it is me who happens at the wrong time. It is all my fault.
If any of you knows about horoscopes: The sun reaches my midheaven point at Christmas. Midheaven is the point of greatest activity concerning job, work, existence. Every year at Christmas I become extra creative and feel that I am close to something that I should grab ASAP. And bang, celebration starts, and I am kept off by shopping, going to P-I-L and loving all the people around me.
J and I had a look at my latest water color and pencil paintings. We picked out those that promise a development. Oh my god. All so different! Where will I go? J knows about styles in art, and he said a few helpful things. "Maybe you should try and integrate those styles... well... What are you trying to say? What is important for you?"
A message should not be expressed in a penetrant way, maybe I went too far with my latest picture. On the other hand, I like the watercolor+pencil technique. I don't want to discard any path, or I'd miss something.
The research has to go on. I'm satisfied with nothing. And this gives me some satisfaction and allows me to make a few hours break. J is pushing me to get a shower and move along. He is right.