Sometimes I think I was built for a different time or I want to be from a different time period. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the amenities this particular time in space has to offer… but we are SO inundated with information, images, sounds… I am finding it hard to find inspiration because I am bombarded by so much noise all the time. Depression doesn’t help. Yesterday, I was in the studio and I took a simple piece of fruit to draw because I felt absolutely nothing in my soul. I want to write, I want to paint, I want to create - now is the time even though I long for another time.