The Colors Are Back

I'm painting again.
After more than a year of withdrawal from it, I'm back to splashing my expression again. I missed the colors, my brushes and strokes. I remember the days when I can't express any more than t draw or paint. Although, I can't seem to remember what came first, the writing or the painting.

And as the turn of the year came and went, I seem to recall ( as most of us do) the passing and going of time, and with it, the recollection and reassessment of ourselves. I reckon this annual statutory regression to be therapeutic and self empowering. I won't of course blab about my uncanny mediocre realizations about my life (because I'm trying to keep a secret life hence the change of blog title) but I recommend you do so too, recollect I mean, not the secrecy.

So for a change, I'm trying to live the life of a scorpio. The mystery, the antiquarian of memoirs, and trying to enslave myself w. mysery out of desperation for pure art. So maybe not the last part.

I can't seem to remember where I read it from. Whose tweet... I think Mraz' that he said that he keeps a pocket dictionary beside his toilet. Note to self: Remember to keep a pocket dictionary inside the loo. To avoid constipation due to anxiety and/or frustration of having to recall a meaning of a term read on a book I'm reading of the moment while taking number 2.

Graphic? Oh and yeah I mentioned I'm back to painting and drawing again didn't I?