Therapeutic finger painting
I was really excited today because I was going to give painting a nice landscape a go, and its been quite a while since I've picked up a paintbrush. Unfortunately, the only paintbrush I could find in my miserable home was large and bushy, and not at all suitable for the job. Regardless, I tried it...what a horrible idea. Painting something with one brush in nature is nearly impossible. You can never clean it well enough before moving on to another color and the bristles themselves spread the paint in such odd ways... it was completely unmanagable. In the end it turned out to be a "portrait of my feelings." You know the kind. A giant color blob of nonsensicle crap. Lyzy and I decided that was okay, though, and that a lot of people's problems in the world would be solved anyway of they tried painting their feelings. More specifically, if they all did therapeutic finger painting. Think about it....just one finger painting of your feelings a week and I think we could all be healthier people.
