A brush to stroke my oil paints, layer upon layer of saturated color it never dries, for I never wait. because art is never finished! ...and maybe that isn't true, I just know *my own accounts of what I go through: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I never seem to get the product to match the painting inside my head. I keep painting... keep stroking, long after everyone I know might as well be dead. I try to force my vision out of my head. But it is so perfect and the canvas hardly yields a picture that is worth it, *so I paint words and sounds instead.
I see myself now, I'm not a perfectionist as I was always labeled. I believe it's that thing OCD people are always talking about. I just have to do it over and over and eventually ruin the painting I tried to perfect.