Painting Is All About the Journey
My canvas is swirling with sassiness
Purples, greens, fuchsia and limes greet each other
Mixing it up in a frenzy of sorts.
They snake in and out of themselves
This is something I have whipped up for fun.
Like my thoughts, my canvas ebbs and flows like Chopin.
I begin to think about my internal organs – the colon maybe.
There are the lungs, the pancreas, everything alive.
Red is an afterthought; not at all planned.
She pulls everything together in a delightful way.
I am not trying for an end result or a product.
With painting, it is all about the journey.
My reptilian brain sighs with relief.
The importance of creating is two-fold.
It is the sense of play and the gift of relaxation.
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