...Impatience

Right....(no play on dots on purpose....just changing their place on the title's bar to not let myself get used to open-ended topics...enough doodling for a first line, back to the sentence now....)..I am impatient, or frankly speaking, becoming more so day-by-day.......just posted the first piece and couldn't wait for the clock to strike 12 to start another, anyway i shouldn't consider it to be an indication of deterioration in my qualities, rather an improvement, I'm trying to express, and to be able to express beautifully takes practice, and this is called preparing for 'those days'......................wondering 'which days???'...my advise is Stop wondering...focus on the 'topic-d'essence' dude..it's about to be described:
Yeah...so where were we...mmm...oh yes! the Painting (the one on top)...it's called 'Passion and Peace'...wonder why so ( before you start wondering again ...better "stop wondering") I'll tell you...
It is called so because it was made with passion and in such a speed that the very process of making it made me feel peaceful....I started it passionately so I slammed the white on board with a knife, once I was done with the dangerous instincts...feeling moved to softer passion...hence the red...some sinister thought was still lurking in my head, so the black creeps in 'in lines n pieces n blotches n way-hay and way-hoo'...I used it a lot...like literally ...ahem ahem a lot.....................and then came some peace : the royal blue and the soft lavender.....as if the flower on the left let the thoughts flow down and yet they seem to float instead...because they weren't tears...they were thoughts....as free as air that appears colorful when you have the eye to see it...or shall I say...only if you look, shall you see......