Time for yet another exciting body part art session!
I was shopping at an arts&crafts shop yesterday, and found these well-priced paints. They are for kids but they are washable and non-toxic which is important for my purposes.
As soon as I saw the gold, I knew I had to have it on me. And the purple would compliment it nicely in some capacity.
Time to strip. Because things are about to get just a little messy.
I sponged on some aqua and white onto my canvas, and dragged blue and purple across it with my hair. Why the fuck not? I didn’t feel like using a paintbrush, and I was going to take a shower later anyway, so… YOLO (yes… I just said “YOLO”… *eye roll).
This was fun. It made me feel like a little kid. So I know I was healing some deep inner child shit right then. I was healing that part of me that was afraid to take risks and be a little weird, the part afraid of failure and rejection.
This next part is the part I have been waiting for… and the experience did not disappoint. The texture of the gold paint was quite exquisite. Silky and viscous. It spread like soft butter across my skin. Divine ejaculate.
I am so glad I discovered this little fetish because it is tremendously satisfying. I also get to create something truly unique: an experience of healing through creative expression, and a painting.
It is a very primal experience, smearing paint all over my naked body and then pressing it into a canvas. It is very intimate. And vulnerable. And deeply expressive. It is like making love… or fucking (depending on my mindset).
It is also a profoundly cathartic experience. The paint produces a gateway upon my body through which the bothersome and pent-up energy trapped inside me can just leave.
The paint is more than an art material; it becomes a conduit for the stuckness, and transmutes it when it is impressed upon an external surface.
This isn’t just art, it is an act of healing and release.
And I like how it looks on the canvas.
It is called Gold Dust Woman. Because that’s the song that popped into my head when I saw the paint on the shelf.
Of a woman
She’s a dragon
Gold dust woman
~ Stevie Nicks ~