It was not until a few days ago that I actually started the process. An hour before I was supposed to be in a class I felt particularly discouraged. I was over it; over drawing, painting, making art, living life in a particular way. So I painted. I open the cans of paint and put color after color on my dry wall. Below are some close ups of my finger, palm, and drip painting.
The result was fun, and messy, and left me drained with my heart on my "canvas."
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