i watch as my thought s dreams feeling any thing in my head spills out on to the paper.
ana age10
paintbrush is interesting sometimes i like to paint. Brushes come in different types and forms. seriously how boring with paintbrush, i want to play piano or something. Or boxing or something like that. I study medicin at karoline institute in sweden and enjoy it very much. We never paint stuff
dara
Its my life-tool. What I use to Describe myself in color. It blends hues, creates a scene. I love it.
Dayon
I can’t go any further than this. It is my grandma. It is all that will be left when she’s gone. It is all that she has left in old age when all her kids want is money. It survives and it helps her survive, if not for a moment longer
Cathy Parkins
I got my first paintbrush for my 4th birthday. I painted until my heart was content. I painted happiness and sorrow. I painted love and i painted heartbreak. I paint safety, and I painted you. I painted your arms, where i’ll always be. Where I want to be.
Nicole
I can’t go any further than this. It is my grandma. It is all that will be left when she’s gone. It is all that she has left in old age when all her kids want is money. It survives and it helps her survive, if not for a moment longer
Cathy Parkins
paintbrushes are very unique, they have been used all over the world. if you want to use Bye!
Bye!
paintbrushes are used to make artwork. artwork can take place in many different ways. art can be beautiful or ugly. art can be big, small, wide, thin. art can be unseen. art does not have to be tangible. art is in everyday objects and art is rare. are is everywhere but it is hard to find.
The tips of the paintbrush glide on the canvas as the vibrant colours come to life. The picture depicts a landscape, a scene where seas are blue and trees are green. It is serene.
ac
I am the paintbrush, life is the canvas.
There are no stains.
Myona
A paintbush is a thing with bristles that you can use to write or paint with. It can be very use
Paintbrush
Soft and rounded with a long, fine handle–my first paintbrush, the one with which I will break the old barrier, challenge the old prejudice. The one which will produce something worthy regardless of what it is. The key to a new chamber of my self.
Taddy
I went to the garage and picked up my paintbrush. It was covered in cobwebs and spiders so i had to go to the store and get another one. When I got home I realized that all I had were paintbrushes and no paint. So i decided to smoke a cigarette.
Amy
i think what some don’t understand is that your body is an easel and you are the paintbrush. you have the choice of decorating your body, plain or flambouyant, ugly or beautiful. it’s your choice.
Anonymous
i love a new fresh paintbrush! the possibilities are endless. blue or red, maybe brow. get my water ready. yes! it is going to be a good evening!
Anonymous
he dropped it in the jar. “So, what do you think?”
Ana stood, donned the robe, and came around to his side of the canvas. She stood andblinked, blood filling her face.
R. Panic
i ]picked up a paint brush, the subtle hues of reds and blues dripping off the bristle, like the dew in a morning rush. Within these drops, potential masterpieces washed down the drain, spiraling, spiraling into an abyss of what could have been.
John Mag
When I think of a paintbrush, I of course think of colors. If you want to evoke the sight of many colors you usually mention a paintbrush or a rainbow. But rainbows have a set number of colors. You can create an infinite number of colors with a paintbrush.
RR29
the red paintbrus lays on the floor next to her naked, dead body.
carloslopezdiaz
i dont really use paintbrushes that much because i am not much of an artistic person and i never was. However, when ever i find my self using a paintbrush i like it. I wish i was the type of person that likes to use paintbrushes and paint wonderful pieces of art, but i am not. I hope i will find someday that i too can use these instruments as a door
Daniel
I have always wanted to brush a body. a naked body with a paint brush. sensual. maybe with paint or maybe without. either way it doesn’t matter. what matters are the strokes. the up and down, distance and direction. how soft is the paintbrush on the skin? how firm can i make it be felt?
h. Simmons
moving the paint brush across the canvas. bay blue paint. reach to dip the paint in the water and then bam! the memory is gone as quick as it came.
Ciana
In the sixties paint was filled with led. Now all my relatives over 50 are filled with led too. What am I supposed to do with a family full of led? I guess talk to them like normal until I get full of something that the world put in me and just shrug it off.
Todd
The legend of the indian paintbrush is a beautiful story. It makes the wildflowers seem so much nicer than they already are.
Anna
I took my paintbrush and dipped it in glue
to seal together the cow to its moo
Then I took it to a sheep and its baa
as it sang a christmas carol
FaLaLaLA
Seneca
i love to pain with my paintbrush in all the colours of the rainbow it is brostly and soft/ i like to use it. paint is fun, the handle is wooden. thre cpulorus are bright. tel me something to say. the hgandle is dirty and full of pain escpecialred hot firey pain/. it burns my insides.
Anonymous
paintbrushes are used to paint, they have bristles, some are expensive in the art shop where i go. they are sometimes used to paint pictures or walls or houses and they are sometimes soft but sometimes course. some are thick, sme are thin. i stroke them on my face because my face is more sens
tasha
“brush! hair! stick! wood! a brush is a stick with hair! made out of wood! umm.. it is used to paint pictures of all different styles.. wit.. with oil *crunch crunch* or watercolor *giggle* or.. acrylic. impressionist! modern! post-modern! renaissance! g-gothic.” – spoken by the squishmeister while eating lunch
107
The art you can make with a paintbrush. The million of possiblities you can create. Paint love. Paint fear. Paint hurt. Paint. The brush is yours. See and paint.
Jade
the paintbrush of my mind is vomitting upon this canvass.
my palate is less than palatable under the sensation of drumming up your support of me.
sentence structure converging upon this solstice of human nature.
sprouts
I shall, I say, I shall take this thing in hand, made of wood and bristles of horse – that noble beast. I shall take in hand and make that what I can. That what will be of me, what I can give of this small life. In these hands, hard worn over time torn, I shall not ponder or placate, but rather make. It is what I have from this life, all that I can ask for, days akin, days afore.
Maron Sorenson
painting painting painting, all the livelong day
painting in my painthouse, while the gardner is away
i take a swab, a hue or two
and mark with simple strokes
the hands and feet that built this house
and tore it down with you
huzzah huzzah, the gardner screams
that’s what i thought you’d do.
the champ
The paintbrush moved slowly backwards and forwards.
Shwish, shwosh.
The colors held on and up with such gloss.
JMK
i love painting oh so much.
it’s saved me.
i’ve been moderately depressed lately and there’s not really anyone i want to talk to about it, but i found a blank canvas and my little sisters brushes in the basement.
since then, my life might still suck but hey, at least there’s something beautiful about it.
it makes me feel beautiful.
danaë
I angrily tossed my paintbrush into the bushes and plopped myself down on the grass. The idiots in my art class had belittled my work to the extent that I was dropping it forever. Abruptly, someone sat down next to me. I glanced up and into the eyes of the only girl in the class who seemed to care about my anguish.
“Hi.”
vish
I love my paintbrush! It’s my pencil.
Woot
I HAD A PAINTbrush once. it’s name was Gerald. Gerald is an alright name. Not many people are named that name anymore. Not many people use swords anymore. samurai swords are really cool. if only they shot lasers. lasers beams are really cool.
Chris
You and I
sorted paintbrushes once
from small to large
your organization so delicate
I just wanted to grab them and paint
but you weren’t ready
so I remained patient and waited
you dipped your brushes in water
while I licked them cross my tongue.
X
i was walking on the street, when sunedly i foun a pink paintbrush, but i had to let it there, cause it was completely covered with black paint
i watch as my thought s dreams feeling any thing in my head spills out on to the paper.
paintbrush is interesting sometimes i like to paint. Brushes come in different types and forms. seriously how boring with paintbrush, i want to play piano or something. Or boxing or something like that. I study medicin at karoline institute in sweden and enjoy it very much. We never paint stuff
Its my life-tool. What I use to Describe myself in color. It blends hues, creates a scene. I love it.
I can’t go any further than this. It is my grandma. It is all that will be left when she’s gone. It is all that she has left in old age when all her kids want is money. It survives and it helps her survive, if not for a moment longer
I got my first paintbrush for my 4th birthday. I painted until my heart was content. I painted happiness and sorrow. I painted love and i painted heartbreak. I paint safety, and I painted you. I painted your arms, where i’ll always be. Where I want to be.
I can’t go any further than this. It is my grandma. It is all that will be left when she’s gone. It is all that she has left in old age when all her kids want is money. It survives and it helps her survive, if not for a moment longer
paintbrushes are very unique, they have been used all over the world. if you want to use Bye!
paintbrushes are used to make artwork. artwork can take place in many different ways. art can be beautiful or ugly. art can be big, small, wide, thin. art can be unseen. art does not have to be tangible. art is in everyday objects and art is rare. are is everywhere but it is hard to find.
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The tips of the paintbrush glide on the canvas as the vibrant colours come to life. The picture depicts a landscape, a scene where seas are blue and trees are green. It is serene.
I am the paintbrush, life is the canvas.
There are no stains.
A paintbush is a thing with bristles that you can use to write or paint with. It can be very use
Soft and rounded with a long, fine handle–my first paintbrush, the one with which I will break the old barrier, challenge the old prejudice. The one which will produce something worthy regardless of what it is. The key to a new chamber of my self.
I went to the garage and picked up my paintbrush. It was covered in cobwebs and spiders so i had to go to the store and get another one. When I got home I realized that all I had were paintbrushes and no paint. So i decided to smoke a cigarette.
i think what some don’t understand is that your body is an easel and you are the paintbrush. you have the choice of decorating your body, plain or flambouyant, ugly or beautiful. it’s your choice.
i love a new fresh paintbrush! the possibilities are endless. blue or red, maybe brow. get my water ready. yes! it is going to be a good evening!
he dropped it in the jar. “So, what do you think?”
Ana stood, donned the robe, and came around to his side of the canvas. She stood andblinked, blood filling her face.
i ]picked up a paint brush, the subtle hues of reds and blues dripping off the bristle, like the dew in a morning rush. Within these drops, potential masterpieces washed down the drain, spiraling, spiraling into an abyss of what could have been.
When I think of a paintbrush, I of course think of colors. If you want to evoke the sight of many colors you usually mention a paintbrush or a rainbow. But rainbows have a set number of colors. You can create an infinite number of colors with a paintbrush.
the red paintbrus lays on the floor next to her naked, dead body.
i dont really use paintbrushes that much because i am not much of an artistic person and i never was. However, when ever i find my self using a paintbrush i like it. I wish i was the type of person that likes to use paintbrushes and paint wonderful pieces of art, but i am not. I hope i will find someday that i too can use these instruments as a door
I have always wanted to brush a body. a naked body with a paint brush. sensual. maybe with paint or maybe without. either way it doesn’t matter. what matters are the strokes. the up and down, distance and direction. how soft is the paintbrush on the skin? how firm can i make it be felt?
moving the paint brush across the canvas. bay blue paint. reach to dip the paint in the water and then bam! the memory is gone as quick as it came.
In the sixties paint was filled with led. Now all my relatives over 50 are filled with led too. What am I supposed to do with a family full of led? I guess talk to them like normal until I get full of something that the world put in me and just shrug it off.
The legend of the indian paintbrush is a beautiful story. It makes the wildflowers seem so much nicer than they already are.
I took my paintbrush and dipped it in glue
to seal together the cow to its moo
Then I took it to a sheep and its baa
as it sang a christmas carol
FaLaLaLA
i love to pain with my paintbrush in all the colours of the rainbow it is brostly and soft/ i like to use it. paint is fun, the handle is wooden. thre cpulorus are bright. tel me something to say. the hgandle is dirty and full of pain escpecialred hot firey pain/. it burns my insides.
paintbrushes are used to paint, they have bristles, some are expensive in the art shop where i go. they are sometimes used to paint pictures or walls or houses and they are sometimes soft but sometimes course. some are thick, sme are thin. i stroke them on my face because my face is more sens
“brush! hair! stick! wood! a brush is a stick with hair! made out of wood! umm.. it is used to paint pictures of all different styles.. wit.. with oil *crunch crunch* or watercolor *giggle* or.. acrylic. impressionist! modern! post-modern! renaissance! g-gothic.” – spoken by the squishmeister while eating lunch
The art you can make with a paintbrush. The million of possiblities you can create. Paint love. Paint fear. Paint hurt. Paint. The brush is yours. See and paint.
the paintbrush of my mind is vomitting upon this canvass.
my palate is less than palatable under the sensation of drumming up your support of me.
sentence structure converging upon this solstice of human nature.
I shall, I say, I shall take this thing in hand, made of wood and bristles of horse – that noble beast. I shall take in hand and make that what I can. That what will be of me, what I can give of this small life. In these hands, hard worn over time torn, I shall not ponder or placate, but rather make. It is what I have from this life, all that I can ask for, days akin, days afore.
painting painting painting, all the livelong day
painting in my painthouse, while the gardner is away
i take a swab, a hue or two
and mark with simple strokes
the hands and feet that built this house
and tore it down with you
huzzah huzzah, the gardner screams
that’s what i thought you’d do.
The paintbrush moved slowly backwards and forwards.
Shwish, shwosh.
The colors held on and up with such gloss.
i love painting oh so much.
it’s saved me.
i’ve been moderately depressed lately and there’s not really anyone i want to talk to about it, but i found a blank canvas and my little sisters brushes in the basement.
since then, my life might still suck but hey, at least there’s something beautiful about it.
it makes me feel beautiful.
I angrily tossed my paintbrush into the bushes and plopped myself down on the grass. The idiots in my art class had belittled my work to the extent that I was dropping it forever. Abruptly, someone sat down next to me. I glanced up and into the eyes of the only girl in the class who seemed to care about my anguish.
“Hi.”
I love my paintbrush! It’s my pencil.
I HAD A PAINTbrush once. it’s name was Gerald. Gerald is an alright name. Not many people are named that name anymore. Not many people use swords anymore. samurai swords are really cool. if only they shot lasers. lasers beams are really cool.
You and I
sorted paintbrushes once
from small to large
your organization so delicate
I just wanted to grab them and paint
but you weren’t ready
so I remained patient and waited
you dipped your brushes in water
while I licked them cross my tongue.
i was walking on the street, when sunedly i foun a pink paintbrush, but i had to let it there, cause it was completely covered with black paint