I know, I know; but the cynicism of the title is sort of apropos of my life right now. I haven't accomplished a whole lot of painting this week as I have a house guest. But I have begun a new piece. I tried pouring the oil paint. This again was prompted by a visit to a friend's studio, and it is exactly in line with what I did after my undergraduate degree. But I think there is something entirely too arbitrary to it. I quickly needed images and marks upon which to hang and mold the composition. This week I was able to show my house guest my current work, and I think she was most struck by the pen and ink drawings I began - as am I. And I believe that their strength lies in the mark. So I am trying with this painting to begin to explore what the mark means to me within the medium of paint.