Can you blog about nothing?

I have been having major blog block lately.  I am not sure why.... not sure what it means, but just really un inspired.  This bums me out a bit because reading back through my blogs usually sparks new interest about something I want to explore.

So, I remember in some English class or Creative Writing class or maybe it was in my own head -- being told to just start writing.  When I would paint, I would pull colors from magazines and collage them.  The final paintings would never look like the little glued pieces of paper, but, the inspiration was there and would take me through a piece of art.  But how can that work for my blog...

The picture is my last piece of art that I painted with oil before I got pregnant.  It hangs in my office.  The piece was never completed.  It was a piece that was not part of the series I had been working on that semester and was just really an experimentation in glazing, floating of color and oily squishiness.  To look back at it now, it is the only oil painting I never titled.  I guess that is probably because I never finished it.  The thing is -- it will never be finished because I am a different person now.

So, oddly having this piece that is untitled is uncomfortable to me.  There are different lines of thought on titling art and I am really not the person to debate that one way or the other.  For me, so much of my art that I have completed, has me in it.  My thoughts and feelings and perspective are all bottled up in that art.  It is only right and correct in my mind that I should title my pieces.  Even now, when I complete knitting projects, I HAVE to have a title for most of them.

What does this all have to do with not having inspiration to blog?  Am I just a rambling idiot?  No... at least I hope not.  This piece of art that is unnamed is symbolic of other things in my life that are not inspiring me.... at least temporarily.  The piece is imperfect, parts of it are really unfinished.  It has paper collaged to it that was not secured properly.  In life we are imperfect.  There will always be parts of me that are resolved but not finished.  There will always be parts of me that I don't like, but I am beautiful.  Others see inspiration that I cannot imagine.

A blog about nothing?  Not really I guess, but exploring my own need for creativity and inspiration -- I guess.