The beauty of painting is not necessarily in the end product, (any one who's ever seen my work can certainly attest to THAT!) but rather, it's in the time spent thinking, and musing as one applies colour and works their way through. The time to simply think on abstract ideas, and muse on ones own life and the inspiration that comes through having the simple free time to alow ones thoughts to wander.
It's a wonderful thing.
The paintng?
Oh. Well, it ended up being and abstract melange of paint and wax-not strategically applied-but more emotionally applied.
;o)
and it is snowing outside.
It's a good day.
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