Abstract Expression

She never felt as alive as when she was dragging paint across the canvas with her paintbrush. It always felt like another part of her hand.

When she painted it was like it wasn’t paint she was using, but emotion. Everything she felt she put down on canvas in lines and smudges. It was a visual of her heart and mind, in other words.

She had mixed feelings about showing it to others, though. It felt so good when someone liked it, but hurt the worst when they didn’t. If they didn’t like the art, it was like they didn’t like her.