Sometimes I get severe creative blocks. No paintings happen. No sketches are made. No words can be written. I stare at my basket of supplies and cannot fathom picking up a brush. I read the criticisms and critiques on posts of my other works. I, shamefully, allow all the negative to take up residence and fill my ears with vile things. Then, I take a day for silence.
I called this small painting on slate "Power in Silence"
