Uninspired or Simply Content
It is uncomfortable to allow joy back into your art, when you are used to drawing from your hurt.
I am not divinely uninspired. It just so happens that every time, I look at my life, my people, my place. I feel whole. I have never written from a place of contentedness. Pain is easy to communicate when it is all you felt you had to say. I am not divinely uninspired. I just am wholly happy. I have no pain to paint into a portrait of perfect melancholy. In learning to allow the light in, I left very little space for the dark. Art does not have to come from a place of pain.