These days are tough ones for me in terms of studio work. I still have not figured how one nurtures an infant AND nurtures a studio. All in due time I tell myself, as the remnant of baby vomit on my shoulder wafts through my nostrils. I think this current reality makes finding new (to me that is..) painting so wonderful, so soul-feeding. Basil Beattie (top) and Claude Viallat (bottom) came to my attention just today.