Afraid of My Art Studio Today
The colors in my living room make me feel ultra happy.
My best work, four years in, when I was in the throes of painting.
Vibrant neon colors, that I adore…
Pinks yellows greens, oranges, blues.
A playfulness in here that I find nowhere else except in my office.
I am hiding from my studio today.
It is messier than it has ever been before.
And of course, this fiasco was made solely by me.
If I bought new paints and brushes could I venture back
There tomorrow?
I pick up my I-pad and flip to Amazon.
Let’s find out!
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