Sometimes I just need to paint lines. It is like the animal that still owns my body, despite all the ruckus in my head, rises up, grabs a paint brush and attempts to erase all my ideas about art and trees and personhood. It feels good, like drawing on the earth with sticks as a kid.
These began as very different color schemes and somehow ended up very much alike.
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Sometimes, I need to paint dots. Are we incompatible?
I love the titles of these posts. Like another layer of the whole.
I paint dots too, Murr! Also, lines and dots generally work really well together :)
Titles are SO difficult! I'm glad to know they're working.
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