You know that feeling you get when you haven't painted in a while and you pick up that brush for the first time? That feeling of uncertainty that hits you when you hold that brush in your hand which is strange, because deep down you remember how this same act used to fill you with a sense of surity; secure in the knowledge that your skills are equal to the task set before you. So what do you do? What do you do when the wolves of hesitation, uncertainty and doubt come howling at your door?
