Today anxiety was destroying the walls of my heart. it crushed veins, arteries, nerves, and not even a movie could help me. Yet it was Vermeer. So I was taken by the painful creative fury, shaken like a tree by the wind and since I didn't have the canvas to paint, I took a curtain and cried colors over it. And did I feel good afterwards? no not at all. I've been worse. Because this will be yet another painting that will end up in the attic or burned in the barbecue. There is no hope.

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  1. cattalespress
    Sep 04, 2021 @ 20:32:25

    What a cool painting! I hear you. Hope is hard to find sometimes, but sometimes as bad and sad as it feels, hope is under our feet holding us up even though we don’t realize it. I’m sending you a virtual hug, my friend.


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