I'm working on a new drawing today in the 'Brass Neck' series and as I only get a few hours in the morning I better keep this short. It was a strange summer, in part, I think, because of two major losses in my family, first my father and then my grandfather. Neither was a shock but I did find myself feeling like I could not be bothered to draw. Just no interest and whenever I forced myself it seemed to be worse, nothing real would come from my efforts. Perhaps I was just being a lazy sod, I don't know that death had anything to do with the feeling (or lack of feeling) that kept me from making anything. So I didn't think about it and waited for whatever it was to pass. It always has before. This time it seemed to take a long time to pass.
I've come to think a person is what they are when they do what they do, less so when they are not doing that thing, that art, whatever that may be. So the less I paint the less I am a painter. Today I've decided to produce something and tomorrow the same and in this way stop being a non-painter.
