Just Painting

I love painting.

LOVE IT!

I don’t love the sound of many walls waiting for me, but the act itself, and the instant gratification I absolutely adore.

As I was working my way through our trashed hallway woodwork, I had many thoughts.

Since my mind is not a quiet place, certain activities busy my thoughts and allow a bit of quiet to creep in…painting is one such activity.

After the quiet, I moved on to big and deep ideas.

look out.

The way you paint might just be a life philosophy, you know?

The color you choose…the act of covering over to start anew…how you actually operate the brush…broad smooth strokes…slow and steady…fast and furious…you see?

Color choice lends itself to much interpretation. 

On and on the connections rolled through.

Until…I shook my head…cleared the muddle…and remembered

that

sometimes? 

Painting…it’s just painting.

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About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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