It turns me on.
It makes me want to make a bigger mess.
It allows me to transfer and clear stuck energy.
It focuses my attention.
It lets me BE in the moment.
It is a sensual, sexual, spiritual, emotional, creative and energetic outlet.
It is not about skill or talent or “being an artist”; I am not an artist, I am not anything, really. It is an outlet that connects me to my inner child and situates me in my skin, in a timeless moment, and just lets me be myself, even for a little bit, before I exit my self-made bubble and head back into the world where I have to put my various masks back on… for the time being at least.
It is escape and destination.
It is both alien soil…