Drought

Inactivity sucks you down like the quicksand on an innocent beach. For various different reasons, I haven't been painting lately. I began one, but my furry little Macarena brushed against it, and now it needs to be given first aid before I continue. My energy level is too low.

I did do one painting since the great drought began. It's not very good, but it is a good rendition, for me, of the human figure. I can only hope others appreciate it, as well.

I have ideas. I have plans. But the problem now is focusing on one of them for as long as it takes to get it done. Perhaps then, with a little pumping, art will gush out once more, and the drought will end.