Certainty had escaped me, times got tough and I took a job. 

I don't deal well in yes or know. I prefer the thousand or so subtleties and colors between . The business wanted an answer. There was, perhaps a phone call or two I missed, too too many missing words. Words would not have been my first choice. A portrait of the artist in the day job. 

Im done arguing with myself about the necessecity of art. It'd be nice to see you face to face, my muse, but we're both so busy. Leaves to rake. Static and more music, let me play a song for you. 

The summer passed cold and now it's warm. The studio is re open with children's drawings and paintings, they're smocks and finger paints a wild mural on the floor. As I ramp up to start perhaps a new painting of my own, their energy filling my heart.