The days are shorter, the sun shines less, and my evening routine of getting in my comfortable clothes and under the blankets seem to be starting earlier. So I struggled to go to my studio this evening. My feet heavy and mind not energized, I carry myself over. I got a little paint on the canvas, but not much. I found a big board to prime and get ready, but it scared me to think what should go on it. Haven't felt this way about s blank canvas for a while. Maybe I am moving through some new concepts and still holding on to old theories. But, hey! I got out there and sometimes it's just the mere act of doing something is all you need!