or is it 555?

Maybe 111, 222, 333, 666, 777. or the joy of painting?

Made it 7 seven days, a record, and utterly failed in changing the thoughts…

shit.

damn.

Keep the brush moving or it will stop.

Take the almighty brush and swirl.

Avoid a pattern.

Alive.

Little things happening.

Everywhere.

Don’t take it out, mix it up, stir it up.

and that’s how a crayon picture clinging to life with a magnet on a refrigerator comes to life.

So load it up.

Load up the paint.

Let the paint play in the sky.