me and my artist...

So, I've got enough books to start my own art store, teach my own class, facilitate my own whatever. I've gotten motivaitonal emails and perused the web sites. I see artist friends around me being successful at what they love. Sketching, drawing, painting, making handmade blank journals. The whole nine yards. And I still haven't produced any art in weeks, potentially months. There is some kind of block going on in the brain/motivation area.
Right before work, I spent a whole 7 minutes walking through the local art fair over at Wheeler park. I couldn't believe the work that was being sold. I mean, not bad art. But not good art either. Mediocre at best. Yes, there were one or two good artists but not much caught my eye. The thing of it is, I KNOW that I can produce good art. The problem is, I again have this motivation issue that is not very there. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Well, Louis lent (proper english?) me a book about flower power. Diluted essences of flowers ingested under the tongue to transform one's outlook. Hmmmm. I wonder what the outcome will be 'cause I'm going to try it.
I'm starin' down the barrel of a gun, son of a gun, son of a...oh wait, that's something else. I have to get rid of the beloved studio. I've had it for two years. The deal was that I would have students that would pay me money that I could then forward to the owner of the studio that I rent so as to facilitate not having to fork over money out of my own pocket. Well, I've had only one student over the last year and had to pay $140 per month which we don't have. So now the studio has to go unless I can drum up some business. AND SO I CALL ON ALL THE POWERS IN THE UNIVERSE TO HELP ME!!!!!!
I've got to go.