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Dear Artist,

I painted today. I decided to try out a new technique involving, water, oil and a blank canvas. I never realized how much I missed painting until I got back into it. Why did I ever stop?

I almost forgot what it was like to have my hands covered in paint. Everything about it felt both nostalgic and exciting: the texture, the brushes, and the multitude of color.

I’ve always been attached to abstract work. I seldom work on anything but that. I feel like abstractness represents a part of myself that I can’t really explain to others. I feel like it speaks to how I feel, what I want, and where I’m looking all at once.

Remind me to never stop again,
Bee

 

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Author: Bee

I'm just a perplexed bibliophile, who's sometimes sassy and unusually sarcastic.

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