Impossible Concentration

It's 10.50 am. Someone has drifted in and is playing with my energy. Thank you... It's lovely ::smiles::. But it *does* make it hard to concentrate - not that I'm terribly busy. I was working on a sketch of a woman on her toes, back arched, arms straight, to the side and a little behind her - her hands flared outward. I had planned on doing some sort of long skirt resting just on her hips or something. I'm having a hard time because I had all the perspective right in about 1.5 minutes but the right foot gave me trouble... I settled on a shape that emerged... And then the foot didn't match the perspective... So rather than redo the damned foot... I've erased all but one leg. :: laughs:: One step forwards twenty back today. Likely it's because I had this horribly intense desire to paint this morning and I have no paints. I haven't wanted to paint in ages and then this morning it just washed over me... And so I got up and strode kineticly yet aimlessly through the house several times :: laughs:: It helped a little but may hands were flaring and curling by turns... It was a bit maddening. ::sighs:: Which is why I settled on the sketching...