I haven't painted in weeks. It's beginning to scare me. When I was a writer, the occasional block would threaten. (Muses are a cranky lot.) I followed a friend's advice and forced myself to work at the computer everyday for several hours. If you can't write, rewrite. If you can't paint, repaint? I've tried it. It's not especially gratifying. Yesterday, I looked through my "Desperate Still lifes" file. Today, I took inventory of my stretcher bars. The above painting was done in Diane Tesler's 2003 workshop. I heartily believe that art IS everywhere. It's just eluding me at the moment.