My art is lacking. It's lacking because I haven't done anything. At all. I hate having the urge and then as soon as I look at the blank potential, I become as blank as the page or canvas I set back into storage. I'm hoping a nice Vermont autumn will stir me awake. This past month has been..... too much. Lost someone I loved sooooo much, who I looked to for motivation. My grandmother was fighting liver disease and needed part of a liver, so I took the first chance to save her life. After many and painful tests, I was the perfect donor and we had the surgery scheduled for July 15th. Come 2 weeks before, she became ill and they discovered her liver was now in need of a full liver from a deceased donor. We waited, had one false call on a bad a liver, and waited more. She died August 13th. I understand there was nothing more I could do to speed the process up. 2 weeks though. Always close but never close enough. Story of my life. So now I'm dealing, living as life does go on. Really need to get my creative side kicking, otherwise I'm scared to have the pronounced dead too.