Sometimes nothing works

Sometimes... I just can't get my brush to work...and... I cling to it unimaginatively- ignoring any other of the fifty brush options. I stare at the scene in front of me in complete loss. The sparking interest my subject initially held fades with sustained study- perhaps there is too much information- or too little- or too much depth--or not enough. The muse has gone out and my life seems just as messy as my paintings. Mucky. Yucky. Messy.