Stoned

Sometimes I get a block. Art just isn't there. I used to force it. When I was naive.

Now I know the passion and voice will return. Even if it takes years. It was simply a new awareness working itself into deeper levels. Then it is time. I cannot deny the urge to pick up a brush. Hours pass in minutes. And what is left on the canvas is the further evolution of a vision.

I have a show on the 29th. This one is still in progress, but will be my latest offering.