to me the best feeling in the entire world is when my hands and arms, past my elbows is covered in paint. when there are a too-large array or markers and a million different pencils scattered all over the floor, bed, and couch. when the lines just flow, and when the colors surprise even me and make everything look better.
the best feeling in the world, is depicting the all insane scribbles I see inside my head on that piece of paper, that canvas, that napkin... and feel like I have accomplished explaining myself to the surrounding world, just a little better.
even though I am well aware that they are just probably more confused than they were to begin with.
the greatest feeling, when I refuse to throw out every little doodle and scribble made while waiting for my booster juice, or while sitting crammed against the window on a busy transit bus on the way home. Finding inspiration from the repetitive world downtown, or the even more repetitive suburban lifestyle. Checking out the sky in awe and wishing i could replicate the color scheme in a piece I started last night.
The best feeling... is letting my hand lead the way and create something I so previously I had thought impossible for me to do. I sigh. I smile. I get excited and motivated to attack my sketchbook once more. It's been since last Christmas that I have filled a sketchbook and a half. It wouldnt surprise me if I filled the other half of that one, by the time Christmas rolls around again. No sketchbooks handy?
No problem.
I just create and turn everything in my life into one big art project.
I love my brain. I love these hands. And I love that nobody holds me back from what I really love in life. And if they were to try, they wouldn't succeed.
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