thinking out loud

I painted yesterday, and the day before. I understand that sometimes it doesn't feel right and then nothing comes out. No picture in the final product to express what you were feeling. Because when you go to show what you feel you paint and paint until the colors run together; until nothing can be determined other than the color black. Your soul. Your thoughts. But then... how could you paint anything other? Oh, master of grey, the shining darkness. what music do they play for you? you live like a man whose been ruled by 'the faith' his entire life. Somewhat like me but I, I at least think out loud about not knowing what I have going on in and around. Proudly I freely live or at least try. And when that question arises about 'what to do' or 'what do you do?' Tell them, you live. A color a day. Absent a color a day.