Today is the equinox and we are now in fall.  I suppose one could say that I am also in the autumn of my life.  This is the best time of the year. 

That said, right now my feelings about art are:  art sucks and is boring and who cares.  I feel overloaded with everyone expressing THEIR cute and/or deep ideas.  Art is a narcissistic preoccupation.

Boring.  Boring.  Boring.