Just Paint.

Yesterday I wrote that long dissertation on the rights and responsibilities of being a modern person examining and using the past.

Then I painted. I put paint on a brush and moved it around. And I wasn't really thinking about those things. I was thinking about paint, and brushes, and medium, and color. It wasn't an intellectual exercise. It was painting, in the physical world, using tools and moving around and changing things.

Neither way is wrong. Both ways are important.