I’m not a painter.
I love art and I love looking at colour especially when it’s painted.
I love it when it’s not a visual representation of a physical thing.
I love the music of it; the way it doesn’t mean anything unless you make it mean something.
Something in me told me that I should get up and paint.
So I listened to that thing and did it.

It is my first time painting without anything in mind to paint.

I just grabbed my 5 year-old paints and smothered the one canvas that had been leaning on my wall beside my bed behind my hung clothes for…oh, I don’t even know when.

It felt good.