Painting Without Intent
It felt good to paint again. Not for any purpose, but just to paint. I have such little time for myself these days that usually when I do I don't spend it in the studio. That's just more work. In my mind it is. But that night it wasn't work. It was exploring my inner artsy self. The one that started painting years ago just because. The one that was really clueless as to what it meant to be a painter. I like when I find that artist. And I let her out. Ironically I posted this on facebook that night. And it already sold. Yeah. Painting without an intent sometimes has a lovely outcome.