Expletives and knots

Why is it that as this show gets closer I feel so tied in knots?
I should be working, but here I am describing how it feels to put yourself out there so thoroughly you might just as well have walked out of the house and accidentally forgotten your clothes.

The project manager in me is damned organised, and thankfully keeping the insane one roped in - but just sometimes, you know... she gains the upper hand. Fear is so paralysing, it needs to be kept in check - it'd be so easy to leave all this work in the plan drawers here in the studio.
Actually, the framer has the lot, and the rest of the canvasses are waiting to have fixings attached. Our joint sculpture is finished - (thanks Les for your help!) and looking great, so there's no going back - and I know we're both ready and looking forward to it.

I came into the studio on the weekend and slapped red and orange paint onto a big canvas, just to feel the joy again. I'd post the painting, but it's not finished... and I'm going to start another one for next week so I have at least a couple on the go.

I've been warned there might be a flat spell afterwards - so I'm working on some ideas I could develop next. Thinking it might be time to start a series of self portraits, ( there's a group online that challenge eachother to complete a self portrait a month for a year - think how much that would describe).I'm also thinking of ways to develop this 'space' theme further, and casting about for some clarity and some inspiration.
A few knots less and it'll show it's self. ¡pintar es vivir! (to paint is to live!)