Torture.

Even though it's clear there will be no painting until after Christmas, my easel still calls to me from across the studio. I'm busy with freelance design work, family in town for the holidays and the like, but my inner artist does not understand such things. I have to appease him every so often by stepping over near my easel and looking longingly at paintings I have in progress. Unfortunately no paint is on my palette, so there is little chance of an escape for him.