i can feel it in the air around me

i want to take a few weeks and paint something. i want to pretend i picked up color theory by osmosis instead of scoffing at my own aesthetic. i have thought in hues since i was a child, but i grew up in a brown and tan place, submitting to ochres.

surely the disconnect between my hands and my heart isn’t too far to jump.

when the tip of my brush kisses canvas and blushes with color, i do not weep.

 

ghost