Between school and personal stuff, I haven’t painted for a little over a week. As soon as i smelled the turpentine, and started putting paint on the canvas, I was overcome with joy. I feel awkward in most situations. It’s only while painting I feel in my element. Why do I let so much time pass?
It’s kind of like running. I am good at finding excuses not to do it, but once I get started, I wonder why I waited so long.