I came home this evening in a creative and as the kids would say, a slamming mood. While reclining and watching the end of the news, something caught my eye. An old mason jar filled with brushes, some of which were new and others were frayed and stained. Still, they happily intermingle in the jar. They don’t bicker and fight over religion, colour, or differing views. They just exist. Hmm..perhaps we could all learn something from a brush. 
As I sat and studied the brushes, a mist of colours spiraled through my head [insert joke here]. So, I grabbed all of my supplies and commenced to painting. I certainly hope to hone what little skills I have over time, but I do that along with drawing as mediums to express myself that I wouldn’t do otherwise.
After putting on the base coat, I put on a new Lenny Kravitz album and painted nonstop for two hours. Music is another love of mine. I listen to everything from soul to classical. Lenny is a cool cat that I’ve been listening to since he had dreadlocks. Admittedly, I go to more classical concertos than soul concerts. I love it all, except rap. Any eejit can put two one syllable words together and make them rhyme.
I am usually dumbfounded by the result, as if someone else created it. Just like when I write poetry or draw, I go into another realm of consciousness that is almost unbreakable.
Along with all of my other activities, I’m going to work on painting more. It is a boundless expression of the sprit.
I’ll have a proper post for you tomorrow evening, hopefully.
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When we built our shed about 20 years ago, half was to be for the tractor and tools the other half for a painting nook. It’s now full of motorbikes, horsey tackle and tax files . . my painting career was cut short . . then again, I’m not sure I’d be any good at it. So where’s the finished product then?
In my life paint goes on walls. I can just about draw….. a chair across the floor and I enjoy listening to music. The one talent I would like to posess is a good singing voice!
Baino, never ever give up on the craft! Painting is just like any other skill, ya have to work at it.
Ah, I’m much too bashful to display my crappy paintings. Poetry, photographs, and the occasional drawing, but never paintings…Yet! 
Grannymar, I cannot sing worth a hoot either.
I can carry a tune, but what comes out is anything but pleasant. 
Thanks for the comments ladies.