This week’s artwork: pages in Luna’s journal. She liked the Day of the Dead beauty I did in Amy’s book a few weeks ago, so I decided to go one better, and do a pair of them. And now, I’m working on a group of three on a canvas panel, to hang in my living room.

When I bought my house 12 years ago, I decided I would fill the walls with my own artwork, and I’ve pretty much managed to stick with that idea. The problem is that as my work evolves and grows, the stuff I did, say, 10 years ago, looks old and stale to me now. So, I have to keep doing new work to replace the old work that bothers me.

On the other hand, the few works I have that were done by friends stay, no matter when they were done. I never think they look old or stale, and I never nitpick their work. I wonder why my view of my own work changes over time, but my view of my friends’ doesn’t?