I started painting tonight because I promised an acrylic canvas as a Christmas present. This put me then in the mood to carry on an old canvas project of mine i'm slowly working through.
Now it's past midnight and as I stand here swinging my hips to Planetary GO! and dabbing away with the paintbrush I remember the reason I started art in the first place: to have fun.
For too long i've tried too hard to be a perfectionist, to be better, to draw better, to perfectly capture the ideas in my mind. I forgot the peace and happiness that comes from simply...creating. Living in the moment, just me and the brush, nothing else mattering as the blissful matters pass by.
I may not sleep enough tonight to be ready for college tomorrow, but I will finally have found a sense of calm i've lacked these stressful past months; never underestimate the power of art therapy.