I recently started painting again. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed it and how incredibly therapeutic it is. It allows some sort of seperation from everything else. There is power there. My living room is a mess, I end up with paint all over my hands and arms, I have ruined a couple of shirts...and I don't even care. It is great. Liberating. Freeing. Enpowering. To look at something I have painted you might not think that it means much more than paint on a canvas, however everything I create holds meaning. It encompasses some emotion...fear, pity, dislike, frustration, joy, enlightenment, achievement, peace. There is always a story there. It is not always a story to be told, but often one to be discovered by the viewer.
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