My focus is splintered today. I'm reviewing contract points for exhibitions in the US, Canada and Japan next year. I'm working out production and delivery schedules for half a dozen large enamel paintings (the 'factory' is living up to its nickname). And I'm trying to refine a study for a new commission.In between all this, I'm barely coping with conflicting emotional responses to my ebbing physical and mental health. The results of a battery of tests I did yesterday to assess the impact of my over-exposure to enamel will be available early next week. I'm also managing adjustments in the dosages of new medications prescribed to stabilise my bi-polar disorder, a process always fraught with unpredictable side-effects and unclear benefits. I resist the urge to curl up in my bed and feel sorry for myself. Instead, I drive myself harder, filtering out the background clutter so I can concentrate on – and complete – one task after another.
A persistent flaw in my work process (besides a tendency to rapid mood shifts) is my frustrating inability to multi-task. Organisation, a well-defined structure and a minimum of improvisation and distraction are key to my getting anything done.