You make me feel like myself again. Although there my be others, of all the other artforms there’s nobody who can satisfy me like you. It’s been over a year since we’ve been apart, and now that we’re together again, I am truly alive. It seems that any road I may go down leads me back to you. I’ll never find anything to replace you, no action figure, camera or computer will ever take your place. You complete me. How can I decribe what it is about you that does this to me? Your scent, the combination of mineral spirits, oil and gum turpentine. Your touch. The way my brush nestles into your gooey mounds and caresses the firm yet forgiving surface. The way the paint runs slowly down the canvas as I work it back into you. But the thing I love most about you is how when things get too muddy, when it all dries, you can brighten things up again. There have been good paintings and there have been bad paintings. But I wouldn’t trade either of them for anything.
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