It all started when I picked up my brush, I could feel the frustration building up inside of me. My boss had been getting on my nerves all week, and I needed a release. So, I decided to let out my aggression on the canvas with a palette knife. 😇
As I started to create the black circular swirls, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was like I was taking my revenge on my boss, one stroke at a time. But as I continued to work on the painting, something strange began to happen.
The vibrant colors and geometric shapes started to come to life, weaving together in a dance of energy and entanglement. It was as if the painting had a mind of its own, and I was just a vessel for its creation.
As I stepped back to admire my work, I had a great laugh. The painting was a reflection of my inner turmoil, but it was also so much more than that. It was a visual representation of the energy and chaos that exists within all of us.