space and time

Four oval pine plaques once adorned my living room walls.
I hung them to see how the grouping would fit the wall space, and there they remained. Empty plaques. Time passed. The country look came and went.
Guests would glance nervously at the wood grained ovals, no doubt wondering if they were some sort of avant garde art. Were they missing something, they would wonder to themselves?
The blank plaques were eventually painted, a bit at a time, here and there, over the years and are now a part of my dining room decor. They remain a work in progress, the foregrounds unfinished.
Sometimes an idea needs space and time.
Sometimes art needs room to breath.
But sometimes there's an even simpler explanation.
Procrastination at its finest.