You mean like singing before each studio session: 'I talk to my flats, but they don't listen to me.' (sung to the tune of 'I talk to the trees'

. But don't fret, I think you have a good point here. I was watching Thiebaud work once, it was pretty amazing. He had so much paint onboard, and his brush operated like a little bulldozer pushing it around. The look of ecstacy on his face was remarkable. He was really having fun, and it was obvious why he loved painting.