To Pick Up My Brush Again

Today I looked at my easel and on it sat the portrait of my sister. Behind the colours lies a monochrome portrait. Behind the blacks and whites lies lines of diluted burnt sienna. Behind the lines lies several layers of flake white and titanium buff. And behind the several layers lies the monochrome portrait of myself.

After this painting was done I did not touch my brush and palette again, and my mediums went dry. I told myself that if I have nothing to paint for, I would wait. It seems like I am to pick up my brush again.