Tired

Today I've been painting the silk folds for my silkworm picture. Most of it is now complete with only the windmills left to do tomorrow. I've now got painters headache which comes from staring at a canvas for hours on end. The only cure seems to be to sit in a dark room in silence and enter a half-sleep state. I'm going to do that now because my spontaneous creative energies all seem to have expired and I'm left with a trickle of thoughts that patter into tiny dotlets instead of a flowing stream of words. Sleep sleep sleep.