Brushwork, Mood, and Chaos

If my paintbrush had a therapy session, it would ask me to stop obsessing over that stubborn splash of midnight blue—though I’m convinced it’s a mood swing, not a mistake. Today I tried to paint my inner critic as a watercolor fox, but it refused to stay in its watercolor box, preferring acrylic chaos instead. I swear the canvas is a better listener than I am, because it doesn’t judge when I add glitter to the shadows. Still, I’m proud of my stubborn streak—it's why my last exhibit sold out before the opening, even though the reviews called my brushwork “a storm of feelings” instead of “organized chaos.” #artistlife #paintedmoods 🖌️