I did three whole paintings of slugs today. I'm possessed or obsessed or something. Possibly it's just that the end of Happy Frogdom is in sight--I should finish up Tuesday, hitting Mr. Deadline squarely on the nose--and the briefly dammed torrents of my twisted brain are starting to put serious stress on the architecture. I can't justify a major, obsessive painting (although I've got one all planned out and another one to finish!) which would be a serious drain, so for the past week or so, things have been escaping in the form of small quick watercolors, like small leaks in the dam. I plug the leaks with paintings as fast as I can, but it's only a matter of time before a major incursion.
If I try to extend this metaphor any farther, fish ladders are gonna come into it, and that can't end well.