“I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.” -Wednesday Adams
Have you ever seen those paintings where everything is all mixed up? It looks like the artist spilled paint on the canvas and just ran their brush all over and exclaimed ‘My Masterpiece.’ I never understood those works, until now. It’s not about the color, it’s about the chaos. You have so many feelings inside you and you can’t tell which one you’re feelings at the moment. It’s all built up and ready to explode out of you, and so it does, in greens and reds and blues all over. Now there is nothing you can do but run your brush over it and try to fix the mess. There is no fixing the mess, there is only turning it into something to be proud of.
My painting would consist of all the colors I could find all mixed together, in large sweeping strokes. My painting would be chaos, beautiful and shocking chaos.