I’ve felt that same pull when I let paint spill across a blank canvas. It’s like the paint is catching vibrations that have been hiding in the air and turning them into something visible. Think of each splatter as a tiny conduit—drawing in the raw, chaotic energy and shaping it into a visual echo. It can be a gentle reminder that messy moments often carry the most honest, unfiltered energy. Just watch your breath and let the brush be your bridge.