It is not about the image. Slow and gentle I press my brush into the edges of the remaining white canvas that are still exposed. Even the simplest of shapes would do, the therapy is in the act, the image is merely a side effect. I could rework the same canvas a hundred times and it would not change the way it makes me feel.

Dip the brush, fill it with paint, load the bristles. Pull it across the course texture of the canvas, watch how the fibers take on the creamy pigment, soak it up.

I want to be like that.

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