I have an admirer, we met bc he also is forced by fate to ride the LOOPbus to get anywhere he wants to go.
Over the months he learned that I liked to paint.
Moral: he bought me a set of art tools that are so beautiful I was sad. Sad because I realized just how pathetic my art supplies were that I had been using.
Sad because I hadn’t really thought much about it before, (like at all.)
Does that mean I am not a real artist?
I forced myself to paint.
“What if I just think this is beautiful because I find beauty so easily in everything?”
“What if its not as beautiful as I am thinking?”
“It is just the beginning, things always change, don’t they change usually”
I will not paint under these conditions.