There was a time when I painted with hardly any self-criticism. I fed my mind with any books and documentaries on art history I could find.

As I ponder on a pile of those early paintings, I realize it’s time to let go of them if I’m serious about making some progress. Though not technically proficient, some of those canvases have abundant emotion and naive creative instinct, so narrowing my selection to a very few is heartbreaking.

Running out of storage space coincides with a decline in my painting productivity, so I can’t help wondering if learning to be organized with my work isn’t something I should have learned from the start?