Imagine waking up in a cold morning , looking for a reason to get out of the bed. You wander around, trying to make your way to the kitchen in order to prepare a hot cup of strong, black coffee. While drinking it, dressed in that cosy bathrobe, your mind goes somewhere you’d like to be. A place you created for yourself, a place filled with patterns, colours and textures that only you can see and touch… Sounds surrealistic but what if you could let that place come to you instead ?
Just imagine that explosion of colour and the density of it flowing through your synapses, filling you with creativity and motivation. What if you could create your own space of freedom?
That is how I feel when the paintbrush touches the white, pure canvas. I feel like I’m in charge of deciding whether it’s going to stay pure or it’s going to be a bit more playful or mysterious.
Or what if you could paint your feelings? What colour would you use for anger? How about love? Would you stick to the stereotypical red?