Breaking the silence

Okay, I have eight minutes till the battery dies. It's been a while, a long while, before I've felt any kind of connection with art. I burned out. I began working in art, and not enjoying it. I felt like a robot, and uninspired, ready to sell something kind of an artist. Really, that's not an artist at all. Selling works at a show does not take the place of making something beautiful. It took a long break like this to realize that. "I still haven't found what I'm looking for." As U2 would say, I'm in search mode for inspiration. This is the day.