Paint About It

October 3, 2025


There is something about painting that bypasses language entirely. Words stumble. They can explain but rarely capture. They fall short when emotions swell too large, too wild, too tangled. A brush doesn’t ask for clarity. It doesn’t need your thoughts to be organized, your heart to be tidy. It only asks that you show up with whatever it is you're carrying. The canvas is not there to judge. It will hold your joy and your fury, your heartbreak and your confusion, your wild hope and your numbness, with the same quiet patience.

Painting is not always about knowing what you’re doing. In fact, it’s often the opposite. It’s reaching into that place inside where feelings live before they’ve found words, and letting them out in raw, unfiltered color. If you don’t know what to paint, good. That’s the perfect place to start. What are you feeling? What are you holding in your body, in your memory, in your quietest thoughts? What have you not been able to say out loud? Paint about that.

Your perspective, your lived experience, your opinion, your grief, your laughter, deserves space. It deserves form. And painting gives it that. It turns the invisible into the visible. It allows something inside of you to become something outside of you, something you can see and touch and understand in a new way. There’s nothing quite like the moment when you look at a finished piece and realize it says something you didn’t know how to say. And maybe still don’t.

Pick up the brush when you don’t know what else to do. When the words are stuck. When the feelings are too much or too few. When you want to scream or celebrate or just sit quietly with yourself. Paint about it. Because the truth is, you don’t need to know what you’re doing. You just need to feel it. And let the paint speak for you.