/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

...why do I love art?...

I LOVE feeling CANVAS. Oh my sweet fuck I love going to a canvas roll and TAKING a big square out of it with scissors. Oh my sweet fuck I love the light softness that canvas has. I rub my palms over it...then...oh DEAR I LOVE TAKING IT AND "STRETCHING" IT. I LOVE the old way of taking CANVAS and STRETCHING IT AND NAILING IT TO THE POINT WHERE...where it's ALL tight. Oh man I love that feeling...Next, oh how I love the paints..the delicious colorful sexually gooey goppy PAINTS. I love nothing more than in white noise to take the paint and screw off the tip and to LIGHTLY squeeze the bottle until the COLORFUL YUMMY GUNK SMEARS gently on glass....dare I say to even take my beautiful brush and LIGHTLY put it in the paint and stare at my virgin delicious TIGHT CANVAS and prepare myself to paint something. Oh I love the smell of drying WET oil on canvas. I LOVE WAITING FOR IT TO DRY. I can feel the dry edges around my art and feel that delicious DELICIOUS canvas in my fingertips. Oh the sensual lust horror...give me ALL the canvas. ALL OF IT.