I haven't written anything deep or thoughtful for a while. I just haven't been into it. It seems that when the imagery comes out on pages and canvases in bright splatters of colour, the words stop flowing. Perhaps they come out of the same tap. Funny how they don't mix. Physics says they should, after all, hot and cold water mix. Maybe it's like our water system at home, if the filter needs changing then everything else gets messed up.