In the Woods

I've been dropped in the woods with my paints. Painting is my big demon and I have to stick my head in the demon's mouth every day to complete the pictures. The demon dance is like playing chess with the devil. But this has always been true. Some days I can outrun the terror and some days it outruns me. Some days it's a picnic and some days it's a truce. But it's always a jump off a cliff. By comparison, playing with words and making tones on my horn are usually refreshing. Maybe I should be more grateful for the painting demons, for making words and music fun.