My dirty hands...

I am sitting in front of my computer, sweating from the heat…I just got home from buying art materials for my paintings…a fellow artist helped me scope for good brands, I felt like a kid buying new toys, I was so excited to rummage at the stuff when I got home…colorful neons, thick and moist, my new medium…there goes the long nails, I will have to cut it now so that I can surrender being a single lesbian, I am engaged, engaged and plans to marry the love of my life…my canvass…I can’t wait for tomorrow, I will buy more materials and order large scales of frames…ugh, I can feel my hands throbbing, aching, aching for the burn…I am so excited to paint…

It’s been years since I held a brush, a real brush, I’ve been hiding in the mercy of my computer and my tablet, it was just cleaner that way…I remember the last piece of art I painted with this medium, it was for my first love, a big ass mural for her environmental exhibit…I wonder where it is now, probably burnt somewhere or turned into a wall of some homeless lass…my college years…full of paint and dirty hands…my world then was in my art…charcoal, pencils, acrylics…I would be walking in the school hallway with unruly hair and paint all over my hands and face…it was heaven to me…

Working in the plastic world for more than 5 years now, I somehow opted a less messy art, my vectors and digital paint…plastic, is that what it is? Hmmm…now I’m diving again, the dirty work, I will make love with the paint in my hands…god, its quenching…I could feel the high…it’s driving me insane…fuckin’ orgasmic…ahhhhhhhhh…I could feel moans coming out from my mouth…I wish you fill the hunger in me…fill me in…fill me in…