The Art of Playing

A giant blank canvas was staring at me and my body was in "pain" mode and couldn't really go outside and play...so I played inside. "Playing" has become a rare thing for me because "working" has become a regular thing for me. Like- ALL THE TIME. So it was nice to take the day and play with new colors. Not worrying if it fit a certain criteria or if it was sellable or anything at all...just good old fashioned play. Remember sitting and coloring in your coloring books as a kid? Get THAT feeling back.
I'm going to be putting up some clouds soon and needed to work on some color mixing so the right shades of purple and pinks show up- so a little work on the brain-but really just play on a lazy Sunday. Today I'll paint over this and do some different ones because it was actually fun and meditative. 😂
I should incorporate more play into my schedule, I really should.
I am loving the yellow and purple combo and will need to work that into a future painting. Do you get to fit PLAY into your artistic schedule? Does it help you in your personal artwork?

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