On Friday I got back into my studio to paint for the first time since February 10th when I fell and broke my painting wrist. Just getting into the studio was an intimidating task. I know all of the old tricks that I tend to do when I am trying to get to work but feel I have nothing to say...or when I have been away from work for so long that I have lost confidence that I will ever paint again. I tend to organize the studio first. I put away all of the materials I took out west with me for my workshops, rearranged some old work that is in the shelving system, looked at the work I finished up until the time I broke my wrist. I did that during the week. But by Friday I had no more excuses. So I finally talked myself into going in there about 10am, telling myself I'd just work over old pieces. There is an excellent movie about Agnes Martin called With My Back to the World . In this wonderfully meditative film, Martin, like a wis...