For over a week I’ve done bad painting. Little bits of this and that, that didn’t hold together, didn’t feel good, didn’t amount to anything. I told a friend I’d forgotten how to paint. She said, you can’t forget how to paint, you just need to play. She was right, partly. I had forgotten to play, but there was more to it than this…

If you’re in that space where everything you make sucks, and where everyone else appears to be better than you, hold onto these three things…