The room
Swishing up and down over and over, white covering all the colors all around
Covering in such a way that is so repetitious and is perfection
Doing the same thing for hours can be quite peaceful and boring on end
Shutting your mind off to the world and to your surroundings
Has never quite been something so awesome.
When you have come to your finish and have completed the task
There’s nothing more appealing than looking back in.
The smell is strong, but it doesn’t really bother, and sort of smells fresh
Painting can be maddening, but for me it is peace, a time for myself.
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