I wish it were magic...

Back to painting:

My problem with my David Tyree painting is that, although I am, I must admit, warming up to the thing, it doesn't have any sense of movement ... impact ... life. Feels static. Where's the beef? Which is a huge problem; one I plan to address forthwith.

I was looking at an almost-finished self-portrait of a guy I know from where I paint and he asked me if I liked it. I did, and I said that you got the feeling that there was somebody in the painting looking back at us.

I'm not getting that feeling from 'Tyree debunks housing crisis; asks "What bobble?"'

That, I suppose, is why we go to the studio. To try to make it better.

Reports to follow. Remain calm.