Under intense pressure to meet a deadline, I managed to amaze myself recently. I was cooking in the studio, working 10-12 hours. Painting like a real fiend. Then I hit the wall. Oh, I got all the paintings out on time and they looked damn fine, if I do say so myself, but I blew a really important meeting. Just completely mixed up the day, time, everything. Hit the wall doing 90 miles an hour. Ouch.

So, now I have picked myself up, dusted myself off, and started painting again. When you hit the wall going that fast, you have to get up and check for bruises. So far, so good.

Being a working artist is not for sissies!