Agony

The second an artist finishes a painting is the second the depression hits.
I find it sort of euphoric when a painting is going well and it is resolving all the problems and going to a new place. I feel totally alive and home at the same time. I feel like I am doing what I was born to do and I never want to stop.
But you do have to finish and then comes the depression.
So funny how that is. You can’t rest on your laurels for more than a minute then the anxiety of what in the world am I going to do next.
Then panic and terror.
Yup then the frantic search for a new idea.
People have said to me before that my paintings look like the same person.
Well they aren’t.
I was just thinking how we are not like God. He created all these people each one unique and I am sure did not freak out when he finished one. I am sure He just goes on the the next and the next and the next.
But I am not God so I am stuck here with the ecstasy and the agony.