As i smear the paint onto the canvas i realize i am not just painting. The paintbrush is not just a paintbrush but a tool in which to throw my soul onto the canvas.
kpj
It was the paintbrush that did it. I could tell as I had caught it red-handled. It looked suspicious afterward. With a slimy, greasy tip the brush gazed back at me with squinty eyes.
Carl Shan
Soft lines, gentle shading, slowly fill in the tone. How much can you hide behind it? How much of the truth can you conceal? Paint over the blemish and bruise, paint over the cracks in the wall, nothing bad has happened. Hell, paint over the cracks in your soul, and maybe you’ll be able to breathe again.
Tristin Louise
Strokes across canvas. Dots, speckles, dashes, paintbrushes. They can make so many different marks. Incredible. Diversify, people. Be like the paintbrush.
Laura
she dabbed the paintbrush in the paint… a light blue color that she mixed up for the sky. she feathered the paint across the top of the canvas and then stood back to examine her work.
Robin
paintbrushes feel good to the touch. i bet it feels good to the paper too. don’t you think?
wiwi
her hair tips were bent and dry like a used paintbrush.
I TOOK ANOTHER BITE OF MY CHICKEN CESAER THE AIR WAS FRESH AND COOLING OFF THE LAKE. ANOTHER 90 DEGREE DAY IN ALABAMA BUT WE DIDN’T CARE
MORGAN
paint poster board pictures colors
Anonymous
He picked up the paintbrush. “Why do you like this stuff?” he questioned, running the stiff bristles across his palm.
“What stuff?” she quipped in reply.
“This artsy emo kid stuff.”
Kay didn’t know what to say to that.
winter
paintbrush: paintbrush. paintbrush, paintbrush, paintbrush. paint a brush. paint eyebrows on your face but don’t forget to finish them brown and white sometimes too.
hunter
With paintbrush in hand, I paint the world for you. Colors.
Sky.
Light.
Late-night city rain.
What’s the color of pain? I can’t paint it without thinking your name, and then I just start crying all over again.
Come back soon.
calpico sky
so paint, and paint all these notions your vocabulary lacks
emotions are everything but compact,
and neither is your canvas in life.
everyday the world tells you be to better and stronger
but what’s the use if your own wrist can’t bear the weight
of your brush?
Django
I used a painbrush to paint the side of my house. T
he fifty year old house had not seen paint in years.
Anonymous
oh is there anything more exciting than dipping your paintbrush in and then hitting the paper? the possibilities open up in front of my, I am a goddess in my universe.
d
i hold the paintbrush gently. it is my words, my expression, my story. it speaks for me now. i mean, it always had, my paintings always spoke more than i ever could. but when words no longer form in my mouth, it now has to do all the talking.
and i have so much left to say.
la
colorful walls creativity art, windows, light, satuday afternoon projects time messy fun soft ticklish
jasmine
A paint brush is an artists pen.
Taylor Skinner
i dont like to paint mainly because im not very good. paintbrushes get destroyed when i try to paint it really really sucks. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh times up
Megannnn
paintbrush paint my walls with the slow smooth movement of the ocean breeze the sooths my soul into comfort.
Kat
I held the paintbrush in my hand. Buckets of ravens and ice and cardinals and asphyxiations surrounded me, now it was merely what I decided that I would make of it. Dunk the very tips of the bristles in the grass, a little sun for good measure, and away we go.
Anonymous
painting a picture with an artist.
Non-stop just staring at a canvas and painting every feeling and every picture that passes behind your eyes. Creativity just pours through your arm and all you can do is follow your bodies command.
Kay
i love to draw. paiting images such as skys and landscapes. painting helps bringout the colors and true vibrancies (word?) of an object and its surrounding elements.
the fine bristled paintbrushes are my favorite, although i do love the thick, fat chunky ones becuase they absorb so much of the paint allowing you to capture
danielle
This object is a tool. It comes in many different sizes and qualities. I am very particular about my paintbrushes. The best ones are a little more expensive but make such a difference in the outcome of your painting.
lorna zepeda
A paintbrush is the soul of the artist. It is the one that guides the artist to create such masterpieces held in high regard worldwide. The artist does not inspire the paintbrush; the paintbrush inspires the artist.
Sarah
The paintbrush weeped softly in the corner. No one saw because no one cared to see. But it wept, because it was not weeping for the stage. It was weeping for itself, because it had given everything, down to its last bristle, for the glowing square before it. And the painting was beautiful, truly beautiful, but the paintbrush could not understand why some foreign singnature resting in the lower corner, a signature made possible by her very own strokes.
Anonymous
She pulls down the brush, painting a thick long line of black ink. Black on white, white on black, dark as night on the white of the snow freshly fallen. She steps back, watching as the lines form into symbols, symbols with meaning, meaning that imprisons her life into a cell of her own making. Words, promises, vows, all these things rule her and destroy her.
Alethia
A tool used to apply paint in order to change appearance, satisfy the artist, or please the decorator.
John E Richard
paintbrush. what is it? its there. its hair.
and its wood.
its uses are very good. you paint with it.
it can be used, if lit
for a torch.
torch, torch, torch.
pariq
Engrossed line, parallel strike; need for explsions. Destruction brings bidimensional creation.
Kaizar
A dash of color is all the canvas needs. The bristles of the brush swirl gathering color. No dark colors only bright colors will do for this creation.
Paintbrushes are good for more than just paint. My daughter and I use them to clean up fossils we discover at Fossil Park in Sylvania OH. A great place – They dump truck loads of gravel for the nearby quarry and open it to anyone who is anxious to find fossils.
gary
I used a paintbrush of the verbal kind to make a reunion with what should have been an old friend into a reunion with a bittersweet former friend. It’s a shame the things we forget. I could sure use a paintbrush to aid my damn memory.
tuberbob
oh if i were a paintbrush to paint the colors in the sky the grass of the fields, the dots of cars on the long strips of gray interstate, if i were a paintbrush to color the flowers near a brook, how lucky would i be.
bonnie
The paintbrush moved slowly across the page spreading the pale blue ink over the aged parchment. It’s bristles were worn and the the paint was cheap giving the art a poor appearance.
Etsuko
long strokes of the color pen
ignite fear, beauty, religion, and love
who could have foreseen what just a
few horse hairs could do?
HB
the guy painted on the wall as he watched it dry he never knew the long wait is a life time with his silver hair now gone to dust as he wanted to wait for the paint to dry its was a waste of life with all the dreams he could of persued atleast he suceeded in one dream, to se the wall dry
forrest
Strokes of my brush brings the images in my head to life. Or at least that’s what I want it to do. The beauty I see in my head doesn’t translate onto the canvas. Frustrated, I give up.
Jai
a paintbrush is the first step to a work of art, a picture is worth a thousand words.
paintbrush
As i smear the paint onto the canvas i realize i am not just painting. The paintbrush is not just a paintbrush but a tool in which to throw my soul onto the canvas.
It was the paintbrush that did it. I could tell as I had caught it red-handled. It looked suspicious afterward. With a slimy, greasy tip the brush gazed back at me with squinty eyes.
Soft lines, gentle shading, slowly fill in the tone. How much can you hide behind it? How much of the truth can you conceal? Paint over the blemish and bruise, paint over the cracks in the wall, nothing bad has happened. Hell, paint over the cracks in your soul, and maybe you’ll be able to breathe again.
Strokes across canvas. Dots, speckles, dashes, paintbrushes. They can make so many different marks. Incredible. Diversify, people. Be like the paintbrush.
she dabbed the paintbrush in the paint… a light blue color that she mixed up for the sky. she feathered the paint across the top of the canvas and then stood back to examine her work.
paintbrushes feel good to the touch. i bet it feels good to the paper too. don’t you think?
her hair tips were bent and dry like a used paintbrush.
I TOOK ANOTHER BITE OF MY CHICKEN CESAER THE AIR WAS FRESH AND COOLING OFF THE LAKE. ANOTHER 90 DEGREE DAY IN ALABAMA BUT WE DIDN’T CARE
paint poster board pictures colors
He picked up the paintbrush. “Why do you like this stuff?” he questioned, running the stiff bristles across his palm.
“What stuff?” she quipped in reply.
“This artsy emo kid stuff.”
Kay didn’t know what to say to that.
paintbrush: paintbrush. paintbrush, paintbrush, paintbrush. paint a brush. paint eyebrows on your face but don’t forget to finish them brown and white sometimes too.
With paintbrush in hand, I paint the world for you. Colors.
Sky.
Light.
Late-night city rain.
What’s the color of pain? I can’t paint it without thinking your name, and then I just start crying all over again.
Come back soon.
so paint, and paint all these notions your vocabulary lacks
emotions are everything but compact,
and neither is your canvas in life.
everyday the world tells you be to better and stronger
but what’s the use if your own wrist can’t bear the weight
of your brush?
I used a painbrush to paint the side of my house. T
he fifty year old house had not seen paint in years.
oh is there anything more exciting than dipping your paintbrush in and then hitting the paper? the possibilities open up in front of my, I am a goddess in my universe.
i hold the paintbrush gently. it is my words, my expression, my story. it speaks for me now. i mean, it always had, my paintings always spoke more than i ever could. but when words no longer form in my mouth, it now has to do all the talking.
and i have so much left to say.
colorful walls creativity art, windows, light, satuday afternoon projects time messy fun soft ticklish
A paint brush is an artists pen.
i dont like to paint mainly because im not very good. paintbrushes get destroyed when i try to paint it really really sucks. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh times up
paintbrush paint my walls with the slow smooth movement of the ocean breeze the sooths my soul into comfort.
I held the paintbrush in my hand. Buckets of ravens and ice and cardinals and asphyxiations surrounded me, now it was merely what I decided that I would make of it. Dunk the very tips of the bristles in the grass, a little sun for good measure, and away we go.
painting a picture with an artist.
Non-stop just staring at a canvas and painting every feeling and every picture that passes behind your eyes. Creativity just pours through your arm and all you can do is follow your bodies command.
i love to draw. paiting images such as skys and landscapes. painting helps bringout the colors and true vibrancies (word?) of an object and its surrounding elements.
the fine bristled paintbrushes are my favorite, although i do love the thick, fat chunky ones becuase they absorb so much of the paint allowing you to capture
This object is a tool. It comes in many different sizes and qualities. I am very particular about my paintbrushes. The best ones are a little more expensive but make such a difference in the outcome of your painting.
A paintbrush is the soul of the artist. It is the one that guides the artist to create such masterpieces held in high regard worldwide. The artist does not inspire the paintbrush; the paintbrush inspires the artist.
The paintbrush weeped softly in the corner. No one saw because no one cared to see. But it wept, because it was not weeping for the stage. It was weeping for itself, because it had given everything, down to its last bristle, for the glowing square before it. And the painting was beautiful, truly beautiful, but the paintbrush could not understand why some foreign singnature resting in the lower corner, a signature made possible by her very own strokes.
She pulls down the brush, painting a thick long line of black ink. Black on white, white on black, dark as night on the white of the snow freshly fallen. She steps back, watching as the lines form into symbols, symbols with meaning, meaning that imprisons her life into a cell of her own making. Words, promises, vows, all these things rule her and destroy her.
A tool used to apply paint in order to change appearance, satisfy the artist, or please the decorator.
paintbrush. what is it? its there. its hair.
and its wood.
its uses are very good. you paint with it.
it can be used, if lit
for a torch.
torch, torch, torch.
Engrossed line, parallel strike; need for explsions. Destruction brings bidimensional creation.
A dash of color is all the canvas needs. The bristles of the brush swirl gathering color. No dark colors only bright colors will do for this creation.
art, colour, daubs
bright life, palette
shades of vibrancy
reality illustrated
Paintbrushes are good for more than just paint. My daughter and I use them to clean up fossils we discover at Fossil Park in Sylvania OH. A great place – They dump truck loads of gravel for the nearby quarry and open it to anyone who is anxious to find fossils.
I used a paintbrush of the verbal kind to make a reunion with what should have been an old friend into a reunion with a bittersweet former friend. It’s a shame the things we forget. I could sure use a paintbrush to aid my damn memory.
oh if i were a paintbrush to paint the colors in the sky the grass of the fields, the dots of cars on the long strips of gray interstate, if i were a paintbrush to color the flowers near a brook, how lucky would i be.
The paintbrush moved slowly across the page spreading the pale blue ink over the aged parchment. It’s bristles were worn and the the paint was cheap giving the art a poor appearance.
long strokes of the color pen
ignite fear, beauty, religion, and love
who could have foreseen what just a
few horse hairs could do?
the guy painted on the wall as he watched it dry he never knew the long wait is a life time with his silver hair now gone to dust as he wanted to wait for the paint to dry its was a waste of life with all the dreams he could of persued atleast he suceeded in one dream, to se the wall dry
Strokes of my brush brings the images in my head to life. Or at least that’s what I want it to do. The beauty I see in my head doesn’t translate onto the canvas. Frustrated, I give up.
a paintbrush is the first step to a work of art, a picture is worth a thousand words.