Odd to be posting again after a hiatus of some several years.
Not sure why I stopped - I just did - lapsed into the visual equivalent of silence.
About 10 years ago, I lapsed into poetic silence too. After 15 years of fanatical devotion to the reading and writing of poems, I simply stopped.
At the time, a friend of mine (fellow poet, co-founder of a micro-press which published beautiful little books of poetry) quoted artist Joseph Beuys: "The Silence of Marcel Duchamp is Overrated".
Has taken me 10 years to get it - but I do get it now - my silence was indeed overrated and I feel like shouting. Or at least whispering.
Listening to: BBC
Reading: H is for Hawk
Watching: (the sky)
Playing: Alexandra Leaving (Cohen)
Eating: Ancient grain salad