The Kind of Love No Man Could Ever Compete With
what man could possibly compete with oil paint and a good brushstroke?
There’s something I’ve realized as I’ve been working on this latest painting. It’s not polished. It doesn’t even know what it wants to be yet. But in the process of creating it, I stumbled into a clarity I’ve never known anywhere else.
This—standing here with paint on my hands, letting instinct pull me into something I never saw coming—is love. Not roman…
