That beautiful red paint, pyrrole crimson plus quinacridone crimson, brought joy to my eyes as I spiraled it onto the canvas. Streaking the carbon black through the spiral to accentuate it, my muse danced with the color.
Mixing mars black and carbon black into the paperclay, forming it, smoothing it to some degree, and watching as it dried over the course of days made my patient bone happy.
Copying the mantra in gold and black, with brushes thin and thick, I concentrated on only each image.
Sometimes, you let the paint move you.