5/4/16 Notes to Myself: I think all art as a matter of "creation" is inherently "unfinished". There's an exhibit on view right now at The Metropolitan Museum in New York City which features a collection of "unfinished" works of art. When I noticed this I thought what a great topic to look at. The question of whether a painting is ever really done has often entered my mind. I'm not sure I have come to any conclusion. In my process I know I come to stopping points. This feels like a place from which I can depart and move on. In essence, I think I resonate with a quality of something being "unfinished". There's a life to it that doesn't require detailed explanation. Isn't everything at it's core a work in progress? If not, there seems little reason to create. The images here depict a painting at 2 points in my process. Both in respective states of being "unfinished". Upon reflection, I'm not sure I'm going to do much more as I rather enjoy the unfinished nature that is emerging.