Nothing better than pushing pigment around.
It's how I cheer myself up.
Colors speak and sing. I put it on thin and thick. I use brushes and my fingers. Edges curve and carve. Light is manifest. The darkness in my psyche subsides.
This map cheers me up as it puts in perspective all the colors that seemed to slap the country.
I looked at the map and burned my own pallet of colors onto it.
If I was stranded on a desert island I would pray for access to three primary pigments.
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