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| Loopy Loops |
Its a strange feeling working in a room with a very high ceiling and in a warmer environment but the part where it was the middle of the night suited me just fine. The craving was for the glossy shine of my gooey oil paints but since I was travelling last week with all kinds of things stuffed in my bags I refused to put myself to the torture of potential broken bottles of linseed oil and turpentine. Medium of inevitability - acrylics; but actually I was also excited about exploring this new medium. I started out with a brush in hand making the circular patterns seamlessly engraved in my head thanks to the thought of shells at the beach, the probability that a snake's going to turn up behind me while I chatter away on the phone and the fact that my brain is in a tizzy with excitement to start my French classes. Well, patience wore itself out while I detailed each brush stroke into the top bit of my painting. The "bloodlust" (in this case means the inability to stifle the urge to stick my fingers in the paint and smoosh, twirl, swirl, slap, slide...it on the canvas) took over. The paint dried so quickly that I couldn't indulge with the paints as much as I usually do with the poster paints. But I knew the loops in my head had a lot of heart and that's what I wanted to put out there. Lazy days, rest and relaxation and now I'm ready for 'What Comes Next...' Its time to mix it up before the paint dries. :)
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