I'm still exploring pattern and splashy dots. I think I'm in one of those places where something new is trying to come together. But, boy do I have what my mother used to call "cabin fever"! I just can't get comfortable with anything. I think all time spent working is useful, but sometimes it just doesn't feel that way. I've got three large paintings that are just sitting in my studio waiting for me to figure out what to do next. Onward.