I love painting.
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.
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
Painting…it’s just painting.