Wet Paint
As much fun as watching paint dry.
I have no idea why I recorded this, other than this is who I am. This is what I do. I spread colors on canvas.
I paint therefore I am.
As much fun as watching paint dry.
I have no idea why I recorded this, other than this is who I am. This is what I do. I spread colors on canvas.
I paint therefore I am.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 10:31 PM
3 Comments:
painting again, paint, paint again!
I just have to share this. A recently rediscovered long lost friend emailed me in reply to this post. I shortened it a little bit, but the rest is his. It's just very perceptive.
"My eyes welled with whelm when I saw this. I'm such a sap.
why?
The smallest smile when you played that queued song - so faint. Just from the right corner of your mouth.
The smallest smile. I doubt anyone else would notice. Self-Satisfaction of Strength. Then - the song hit me. . .
Get Gone
Your strokes and voice merged onto the canvas while you bled in vulcan-green, cathartic self-satisfaction.
It's time the truth goes out.
....so abused and undervalued -- So unsure, at times of her own strength - and yet.
Here she is, shining like a star gone Nova; throwing off the suffocating mass of grief.
....
Your defiant strength pleases me. I am very proud to be your friend.
....
When I saw this, a smattering of impressions formed in my mind. Abstract notions grew in resolution.
The audacity of your will. The defiance of your character in the face of pain.
this is one of the core values that forged our epic friendship.
Welcome back."
^_^
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