We saw Adjustment Bureau last night, and it got me thinking this morning about resetting my brain.
I have been working on a painting that is bad, and continues to be bad, and each time I try to adjust it, it seems to get worse.
The colors are dead and the shape of the head is driving me crazy. The eyes have been moved all over, and still they are in the wrong place. It is so pathetic I cannot even show it to you.
Reset.
I sat down by the window, with good light coming in, and drew a bunch of spheres into a face. And then I got out my watercolors, which I don’t really understand, and used some bright ones.

And now I feel much better.
I know in the movie, being reset was to be avoided (somewhat like a lobotomy). But I like to think of it in a different way – rather than that it is done to me, I am doing it to myself.