Pressing the brush into the canvas
Anger and frustration
Intense textures and colors flowing
No turning back now
There must have been something here
Inside my mind or external
No turning back now
Go ahead, be free
The painting looked like she was really looking out a window, on the familiar landscape of her neighborhood. She could see the children playing and the cars on the street. She looked behind the painting and saw only the wall, but
Pressing the brush into the canvas
Anger and frustration
Intense textures and colors flowing
No turning back now
There must have been something here
Inside my mind or external
No turning back now
Go ahead, be free
Let me push the brush in a colorful curve, spatter on my fingers and my nose, wipe a smear on my forehead, brushes stiff in water soaking
The painting looked like she was really looking out a window, on the familiar landscape of her neighborhood. She could see the children playing and the cars on the street. She looked behind the painting and saw only the wall, but