The Elusive Nostril

At the end of November.... I replaced my painting of “Ariel, Prospero and Caliban” with my painting “Journeying To Prospero's Isle”......I had felt certain that this painting was ready to reach its conclusion.... yet, once the painting was placed on my easel, I encountered a frustrating inability to paint the curve of a nostril ..... like an unexpected squall it blew my small sea craft off its painted course.... and I became paralyzed in achieving new progress..... this happens....

The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault

Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder

   …..the other day the sea calmed and I have now returned navigating into Prospero's imagination... also, I am ready to switch canvases again..... replacing the current painting with one that allows me to arrive on the cliffs of Prospero's isle....

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,

And ye that on the sands with printless foot

Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him

When he comes back

     …..I should write here that I do not mind paralyzing moments before my canvases.... I enjoy my time sitting with my work...enveloped by the fabric of imagination...... and surrounded by visual moments that so easily coexists with the dream state....