My Muse is Not Happy

I've been mainly goofing off today. I'm always in an odd mood on Valentine's Day. Although likely doomed to eternal spinsterhood*, I still have a wistful fondness for the holiday. If nothing else, it means that there will be Half Price Candy Day to celebrate tomorrow. I made a point of finding a red sweater (please note the matching red socks) to honor the day. (*My attitude problem has an attitude problem and I really shouldn't be inflicted on others.)

For Valentine's Day, I tried to focus on my own true love by spending the day in creative pursuits. I painted in the morning, edited photos in the afternoon, and then got distracted by the Internet in the evening. (Two out of three ain't bad?) I'm going to go paint some more this evening before calling it a day. The odd thing is that I pretty much had to stop this morning because I got "in a mood" and I'm a little afraid it may return if I get out the paints again. I just started a new piece (still untitled) and it instantly became an angry painting. I'm not sure if the entire painting will continue that way or not, but it spooks me a little because it is my largest canvas and is thus going to take a good long time to complete and I'm not sure I want to deal with my anger for that length of time. (And while I can almost lecture myself about how it's not good to bottle up my emotions and that I know I have been angry about a lot of things for awhile now and clearly it's time to get it out on canvas ... another part of me rather likes my emotions all bottled up as they get me into less trouble that way.)

I just started two new paintings in the last two days. One is on the smallest canvas I have and it is fairly whimsical. The other is on the largest canvas I have and it's angry. Why couldn't my muse have gone the other way?