Friday morning I woke up and felt kinda anxious. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t see anything to feel anxious about, but I still did. I decided to lie in bed reading Harry Potter for a while, trying to shake my feelings that seemed to have no point. After about an hour I still couldn’t shake what was in my head, and Harry Potter was losing it’s powers of distraction. It felt like this swirling vortex of unknown. I put my book down, and I thought to myself, “Let’s do something about this.”

I climbed out of bed, grabbed a canvas, and almost legitimately threw paint on that canvas (don’t tell my mom). I don’t think there has ever been a point in my life when I’ve painted something more raw or spontaneous. Nor have I painted something so fulfilling in such a short amount of time. I started painting at 9:24am, and finished at 10:20am.

I honestly don’t know the purpose of this post. It could be about how good things can come from bad situations. It also could be about how finger/ hand painting it pure beauty and now my favorite way to paint things. Who knows. But, now that I think about it, it really is a good reminder that good always shines through anxiety, or depression, or whatever you’re dealing with. You just gotta find out how to find it.

P.S. Yes, I totally did do some upscale finger painting. I feel like a true artist now that things are officially messy.

2 thoughts on “Inspiration

    • August 25, 2018 at 5:33 pm
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      I knew there was something I was forgetting. I just uploaded the picture.

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