Paint with a Two-Inch Brush

My! how times have changed! Still no mirrors or saw blades. But more than walls.


Paint with a Two-Inch Brush

  • Originally posted on a 6s community April 11, 2011 at 11:58pm

I paint, not watercolor or oil on canvas or mirrors or old saw blades, not realist and not impressionist and certainly not surrealist.

I paint thirsty walls and cabinets that haven’t been painted in thirty-some-odd years. I used to tape every bit of wood, but now I tape nothing, drape nothing, wear the same clothes I wear to church. I use a two-inch brush, and I ease the paint toward all the edges while music blasts in my ears – Red Hot Chili Peppers tonight – and I thrill when no paint drops or runs or errantly spots some nonpaint surface; in that moment my world feels ordered and comprehensible. Within this paint-sphere I can laugh or sing or cry; I can breathe.

And I remember from whence I came; I remember that a job well done satiates in a world where so much is left undone.


Human is Our Race

I wrote this a couple of years ago and painted it on my wall. I want to just whisper it into the world tonight. Because I can’t magically fix the problems. Because I don’t have the standing or the resources to right the wrongs of today or any day. Because all I have in this moment are these words.

In this moment lies every moment

The strength of our victory

The vulnerability of our failure

The beauty of our unity

The brilliance of our difference

The comfort of our suffering

The joy of our bliss

The singular chance of us lies complete

In this moment

Wherever we are, whoever we are, whatever we are, we have this moment, packed as it is with all our failings and victories, however great or slight. We have this moment to begin the change. We have every moment to continue the change. We can change ourselves. We can teach our children, our friends, our loved ones, our enemies, our allies. We can learn from them, too. Together, we are the ultimate catalysts, and human is our race.

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