Finding Myself

Art and I were on a break. We were separated from each other for more than a year. No paints no composing, nothing. My easel was on the corridor collecting cobwebs and dust mites. My paints started to dry out in the tube. I was passing them by as if I had no knowledge of their existence. It was a miserable time for both of us.
I was going through a period of discouragement and disillusionment and of course dissatisfaction.I didn't like the direction my work was going in; the usual artist angst about work not being sold...and on and on...
To cut a long story short I was away. I finally came back to it and it was as if I had finally found part of me again. I have been going out and painting almost everyday. It's beautiful and fulfilling.