most days, artists just want to dip their hands in the paint and never wash it off
it's a kind of therapy, almost
not almost
it's seriously deep therapy
swirling the colors around on your skin until they sink in and color your soul again
everyone needs something that makes them feel alive
there's something about the paint dried on your fingers, stuck to your fingernails, that's just...celestial
i like to imagine that when God created the world, He never washed His hands of the paint that formed our outlines, He loved us so much
that the paint from our souls still lingers on His beautiful hands, and that every day, He looks down and smiles at them
just as i do.
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