I was hit with a pretty bad bout of anxiety one day this past week. An activity that helped me purge the black tar shit of hell penetrating my mind was painting. Or in my case, paint play. Perhaps it was a bit of both.
To begin, I applied some water colour designs to a canvas in preparation for the next part which I would complete that night. Water colours are divine; I love watching the colours bleed into each other.
When I was satisfied with my design, I let it dry for a few hours.
When night arrived, it was time to play… and paint again. I pulled a mirror off the wall and got started.
Of course I took a few self-indulgent selfies because… mirrors!!!
Then out came the paint and the mess. I wanted fuschia but unfortunately I didn’t have any. So I opted for fiery colours. They suited my mood. I was feeling destructive and creative all at once. The goddess Kali was very much present for this art sesh.
It was probably around this moment that I discovered I have a paint fetish. Like I could totally be into paint play that leads to very messy fucking… on a massive canvas. God. Imagine the artistic possibilities. I am gushing at the very thought. But I digress.
After painting my breasts and my belly, I pressed myself into my canvas and transfered the demon-laced acid that was brewing inside of me onto it as well. You can imagine the relief.
This is a close-up of my fire belly. The impressed paint looks a bit like hands clawing towards salvation. Kind of like what my soul had been toiling towards all damn day long.
After I achieved the desired result, I continued to play with the paint.
This erotic, sensual, art-infused playtime was the perfect antidote to my anxiety. I could breathe better and my thoughts were no longer self-damaging. Ahhhhhh!
I can’t wait for the next session. I need more canvases and paint now!