As I continued my visual work-in-progress today, it came to me that I don’t speak the language of visual art.
It’s a little unsettling. Also, a little freeing.
Like, I have no idea what any of the tools will do. The brush and paint were not complying and trying to add more paint was only making it look further and further from what I had in mind …
Also, I don’t really have anything in particular in mind; it’s an exploration.
But it still wasn’t doing what I wanted it to, and I had no idea how to change that. Working with paint and colors is so different from working with words, where I can easily reword, rework, and change things around.
Also, I know exactly how to construct a sentence.
With these paints, I feel like I’m a child in a way, playing around with something completely new to me.
I ask myself, why haven’t I done this before?
I ask myself, why is this so hard?
I ask myself, why is this so fun?!
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