I don’t paint. I don’t think I know how to do that. The mess I make in my Art Journal is (I think) just a mess, my way to feel free and to do what ever I want. But for some reason, about a month ago I felt the need to paint and I knew exactly what I wanted. Texture, color, and more texture.
These look lovely on the wall. 🙂
And there is one more!
I just had to paint these. It felt like they had to come out of my head, and now that they did, I feel great!
Still think I can’t paint though.
But I am happy with these paintings.