Soo... i pretty much love painting.
The greatest most wonderful times are with paint.. whether it be tossing powered paint around in the sky or in a fan and let it slowly flow down from the sky like colored snow.. or tossing soft squishy balls covered in paint at each other... or mixing together the vibrant colors and watching as the swirls slowly merge into each other and form a new color.. the cool creamy feel of the paint as you squish it around your fingers... the swooosh of the paint brush as you leave behind a trail of paint on the paper.
I cannot paint without getting it all over. All over me... all over the floor.. all over the paper... all over everything...
I never have a product in mind when i start painting. I let it emerge. That is the best part because you can never mess up.
As the lovely Pablo Picasso once said, “The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?”
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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