I have no art in me right now. Don't even know if I can write about it. Haven't lifted a brush in a couple of months. I am disgusted by the way the world approaches art. I hate living in a small town art mecca right now. Reality rears its ugly head much too often here. My so-called friend cheated her way into "Best of Show" and "1st Place Oils" in this year's art club show. This case is particularly sad because she is truly talented. I haven't painted since. What the hell do you do with an art journal without art?