Jan 4, 2015
The inner world speaks in metaphors, does it not? (Ironically, I immediately worried about not making sense soon after I wrote the above.) I bought tubes of acrylic paint a short while ago fully intending to make something out of them, but not knowing what exactly. I'm not the best at drawing. I certainly cannot paint, although the physical sensation of smearing color and texture on a surface is very satisfying. There is poetry to the act as well.