For the past six months I have been beating myself up about being a still life painter. I tried hard to paint landscapes, to find a way to express the beauty I see in nature, but I was miserable and even worse my paintings were. There is something in the mass of things, and the color and play of objects and patterns that excite me. I allowed a comment from a friend sway me into thinking that somehow my love of painting objects was misguided. So a week ago, I took myself back. Damn, I am much happier. This is my latest work in progress. I am not sure where I am going with it but I am happy.