Painting Diaries

Art, Poetry

she wipes her cheeks,

grabs the paintbrushes,

strikes some streaks,

an empty space that gushes

colors, beautiful colors.

โ€œAre they my tears?โ€

she stains her collars,

smiles,

forever wonders.ย 

Title this painting!

Art, Photography, Uncategorized

Late last night, I felt the impulse to translate my unspoken words, cried and ‘uncried’ tears into something like.. art. (Come on, let me call it so, in my own right! Tehee! ) I am very sorry for the odd appearance of my old toothbrush. It played the role of a paintbrush. LET ME HEAR YOUR TITLES!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks in advance!

my painting22

my art framed 23

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