After all my drama about art, all it took was an empty wall to get me going again. I labored for months and months trying to regain my perspective about art. I forced myself to sketch. I hated every minute of it, then my sun porch walls got smoked from our fireplace. The walls needed to be repainted. At that point, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt to redecorate a bit. Before I knew it I was laying out a painting. No drama just needed to fill a blank wall. Haven’t figured out what lesson I should learn from this. I am afraid to analyze it. Obviously, I am not clever enough to figure out my emotions that led to the absence of creativity and serotonin in me. So.… it will have to remain one of my mysteries of life. Anyway, there will be no more drama for a while.
Wildfire 24x36 -this would make a good song title (^_^)