There was a beautiful paintbrush that rested motionless atop my bed. In hand. Falling asleep with beside this instrument, of which, I have completely forgotten how to use. No more paints. No more paintbrush.
It was messy.. but the colour was amazing.. I dipped the brush in and let sprinkle on me… Purple .. my favorite colour.. what the hell
I took the brush and ran the paint up my thigh.. and down the other one.. It felt good. I was thrilled
Why do I always write about paintbrushes? Simple, I just like them a lot! You can do all kinds of important stuff with them and for me it’s the best way to relax while I’m at home or at work and I don’t want to go to the toilet. That’s hard, so I found this is the best way to keep my mind off it. That’s about the only thing I’ve ever done with a paintbrush; I’ve heard of something called painters and I think they’ve never come up with something usefull for what they call a paintbrush. Stupid people. If you ask me, painters should not invent anymore stuff, ’cause there’s enough of useless things in this world already, so just try to use them for the stupid things they like to do each day. Thanks for listening
It tingled in her hand like a wand, and when she dipped into the paint, it was like a skater in furs, gliding along a colorful track of elegance. And when she felt mischievous or at a loss for a grief long lodged in her, she flicked its tip at the paper, and it sent bright explosions, a spatter of novas right out of Genesis.
the paintbrush is a wonderful thing. It allows you to make colorful strokes, spreading scintillatiginly exciting fires and waterfalls on the canvas upon which you are painting. I’m not sure what this site wants to do but anyway when do I stop writing? I’m tirled
What the fuck do I care about paintbrushes? They’re wet, they’re smelly, and they can’t bake a Yorkshire pudding worth a damn! I think we should all just replace paintbrushes with beef stroganoff, that would be the cat’s pajamas, eh? Damn, I’m hungry.
The paintbrush used to be an extension of my hand. Lightly stroking a thick piece of watercolor paper with a head of only three or four bristles. A certain calm can be found in the absorbtion of painting. A piece of lemon or a face, all broken into tiny details
you use this to paint, create. the more versitile pen ( i cannot speel) make dreams into reality onyto any surface which is now immortalised if you wish Paint with anything.
I was standing back, appraising my work when the doorbell rang. I hastily put down the paintbrush and went to the door, leaving the security chain latched. I opened it a crack.
No, I don’t want to know about Jesus.
I know all about Jesus. He’s the one that told me to be an artist.
I closed the door and went back to my work. I dipped the paintbrush in the still warm blood of the corpse and began composing.
My dad used to be obsessed with cleaning paint brushes – he would experiment with diferent soap powders and give us a detailed review of each. Omo used to be the best but he finally settled on Daz when Omo no longer existed.
there was an old timid man who lived in spain. Everyday he went outside into the vast canyons in which God had created. He wanted to capture the image for all to see. He gathered his paintbrush and began to create history as it looked then.
i love to paint paint colors all the time watercolors art black red blue white yellow art deco modern art house step ladders paint cans time up yet gee this is hard paint
it was a windy afternoon. Jessica hid in her room with her hair happily static on her shoulders. She picked up the little paint brush next to the jars and jars of colors lining the shelves
It’s what I use to put that chocolate body paint all over everything. door handles, toilet seats, my god it makes an unholy mess… amazing prank since it has a low melting point too. Best place to use your paintbrush is the bottom of handles where people will touch but not get suspicious. Best to use plastic instead of animal hair.
I love paintbrushes they make pictures look nicer. I don’t really know how to paint very well but when I have a paintbrush I feel empowered. I like colors like Blue is my favorite and when I pain aI love to pain in blue. The handle is so carved. I have trouble putting enough pain on my brush , usulaly I put too much and it drips . Most of my experience with painting comes with painting houses. I don’t like rollers cause they sqquish and squirt paint all over me
come ON, paintbrush. here, paintbrush. paintbrush. what a stupid name for a dog. but that’s what happens when you let your five-year-old name the family’s new pet. paintbrush.
paintbrush? paintbrushes are baffling to me at this hour. long, wooden, dipped in colour. i could use one to paint a long stripe down the hallway…so much for time
I splash him the red paint, right to his face. He yelps, surprised, and I laugh my heart out. Who knows, such a stoic guy can look so damn funny just with the addition of a small splash of paint?
the art of expressing ones self through something as none complicated as words. an outlet from one soul to another. the basis of my life is through a paintbrush.
i use this to paint the walls in my room. in fact, i’ve not really painted the walls in my room, it’s just a falsity that i thought i’d write down while i was writing this useless dribble. i do, secretly want to paint the walls in my room, but am uncertain as tow hat color to paint them. i was thinking ox blood, but that might be a bit too dark, and the atmosphere of the room might be ruined. not to mention the costly lighting.
Paintbrushes don’t mix well with my fingers. They don’t get along. Not like the keys or pencils or pens on my desk. Paintbrushes run with a different crowd. I’m just not cool enough
i own a few paintbrushes. what hair do they use for the end? i work in a hardware store and sell many paintbrushes and they are all made of different substances for different purposes. many are used with latex paint. i think some of the bristles are nylon.
As I hold the paint brush in my hand I remember the time that I had painted the mural in my room. Nothing is better than painting a picture, the feeling of creating something beautiful, loving it. Picking out the brush is always a difficult choice but one you pick will be loved so much. I wish I still painted every day… I miss it sometimes so much
Red paint on my brow as I painted grandmas old steps. She was going to be so happy it was the first time since grandpa died that they were going to be that bright red color that we always has seen three years earlier.
There was a beautiful paintbrush that rested motionless atop my bed. In hand. Falling asleep with beside this instrument, of which, I have completely forgotten how to use. No more paints. No more paintbrush.
It was messy.. but the colour was amazing.. I dipped the brush in and let sprinkle on me… Purple .. my favorite colour.. what the hell
I took the brush and ran the paint up my thigh.. and down the other one.. It felt good. I was thrilled
I bought this really nice paintbrush set once. I lost it at home the next day.
She took a paintbrush and painted a beautiful artpiece. That of a crying young female. He glanced at it. “Is this you?”
She did not speak. She merely looked up and smiled slightly. Their eyes met.
Why do I always write about paintbrushes? Simple, I just like them a lot! You can do all kinds of important stuff with them and for me it’s the best way to relax while I’m at home or at work and I don’t want to go to the toilet. That’s hard, so I found this is the best way to keep my mind off it. That’s about the only thing I’ve ever done with a paintbrush; I’ve heard of something called painters and I think they’ve never come up with something usefull for what they call a paintbrush. Stupid people. If you ask me, painters should not invent anymore stuff, ’cause there’s enough of useless things in this world already, so just try to use them for the stupid things they like to do each day. Thanks for listening
It tingled in her hand like a wand, and when she dipped into the paint, it was like a skater in furs, gliding along a colorful track of elegance. And when she felt mischievous or at a loss for a grief long lodged in her, she flicked its tip at the paper, and it sent bright explosions, a spatter of novas right out of Genesis.
Up and down – a bit like me really. Strokes and lines, swirls and streaks. What a life!
dipping and depicting, it’s a tool of wonder. it flows smoothly over the paper, leaving a shiny, smooth trail in its wake, like a snail
the paintbrush is a wonderful thing. It allows you to make colorful strokes, spreading scintillatiginly exciting fires and waterfalls on the canvas upon which you are painting. I’m not sure what this site wants to do but anyway when do I stop writing? I’m tirled
What the fuck do I care about paintbrushes? They’re wet, they’re smelly, and they can’t bake a Yorkshire pudding worth a damn! I think we should all just replace paintbrushes with beef stroganoff, that would be the cat’s pajamas, eh? Damn, I’m hungry.
painting horse hair. goop . this invitation makes life of a painter so much easier. the life of the artist grows on this.
The paintbrush used to be an extension of my hand. Lightly stroking a thick piece of watercolor paper with a head of only three or four bristles. A certain calm can be found in the absorbtion of painting. A piece of lemon or a face, all broken into tiny details
you use this to paint, create. the more versitile pen ( i cannot speel) make dreams into reality onyto any surface which is now immortalised if you wish Paint with anything.
Does it matter that I paint everybody with the same brush? All sad. All lonely, All scum. Whatever…
I was standing back, appraising my work when the doorbell rang. I hastily put down the paintbrush and went to the door, leaving the security chain latched. I opened it a crack.
No, I don’t want to know about Jesus.
I know all about Jesus. He’s the one that told me to be an artist.
I closed the door and went back to my work. I dipped the paintbrush in the still warm blood of the corpse and began composing.
My dad used to be obsessed with cleaning paint brushes – he would experiment with diferent soap powders and give us a detailed review of each. Omo used to be the best but he finally settled on Daz when Omo no longer existed.
there was an old timid man who lived in spain. Everyday he went outside into the vast canyons in which God had created. He wanted to capture the image for all to see. He gathered his paintbrush and began to create history as it looked then.
bristly paint red blue handle cheap kerosene overalls painters hard work backache rembrandt picasso women sex
i love to paint paint colors all the time watercolors art black red blue white yellow art deco modern art house step ladders paint cans time up yet gee this is hard paint
You left it lying on the side of the table, when we fell back into your chair, covered in paint, and in love. The chair broke.
it was a windy afternoon. Jessica hid in her room with her hair happily static on her shoulders. She picked up the little paint brush next to the jars and jars of colors lining the shelves
It’s what I use to put that chocolate body paint all over everything. door handles, toilet seats, my god it makes an unholy mess… amazing prank since it has a low melting point too. Best place to use your paintbrush is the bottom of handles where people will touch but not get suspicious. Best to use plastic instead of animal hair.
The artist hadn’t spoken a word all day.
All of her thoughts were undercover, patient for a release.
It was this moment she was waiting for, in front of a blank canvas, for her liberation.
The paintbrush hit the white like a bullet.
The massacre of colors became the Proclamation of her Imagination.
magical tool of all sizes and shapes, natural bristle, synthetic brushing, slinging tapping stroking
like a pedalless flower it sings dabs and strokes of color as it sways in the wind of the artists palm
i wish i could paint
sky, color, longing, travel, desire, inspire, inquire, love
with a paintbrush lets
touch up the world
a quick swirl in the tin
and, low
there we are
a few slaps of the brush
it can be painted anew
as i stroke the paintbrush up and down, my creativity splashes across the canvas. who knows how my creation will turn out.
I love paintbrushes they make pictures look nicer. I don’t really know how to paint very well but when I have a paintbrush I feel empowered. I like colors like Blue is my favorite and when I pain aI love to pain in blue. The handle is so carved. I have trouble putting enough pain on my brush , usulaly I put too much and it drips . Most of my experience with painting comes with painting houses. I don’t like rollers cause they sqquish and squirt paint all over me
come ON, paintbrush. here, paintbrush. paintbrush. what a stupid name for a dog. but that’s what happens when you let your five-year-old name the family’s new pet. paintbrush.
paintbrush? paintbrushes are baffling to me at this hour. long, wooden, dipped in colour. i could use one to paint a long stripe down the hallway…so much for time
Ha!
I splash him the red paint, right to his face. He yelps, surprised, and I laugh my heart out. Who knows, such a stoic guy can look so damn funny just with the addition of a small splash of paint?
the art of expressing ones self through something as none complicated as words. an outlet from one soul to another. the basis of my life is through a paintbrush.
i use this to paint the walls in my room. in fact, i’ve not really painted the walls in my room, it’s just a falsity that i thought i’d write down while i was writing this useless dribble. i do, secretly want to paint the walls in my room, but am uncertain as tow hat color to paint them. i was thinking ox blood, but that might be a bit too dark, and the atmosphere of the room might be ruined. not to mention the costly lighting.
paint with many colors and patterns. beautiful and phsychedellic images.
Paintbrushes don’t mix well with my fingers. They don’t get along. Not like the keys or pencils or pens on my desk. Paintbrushes run with a different crowd. I’m just not cool enough
i own a few paintbrushes. what hair do they use for the end? i work in a hardware store and sell many paintbrushes and they are all made of different substances for different purposes. many are used with latex paint. i think some of the bristles are nylon.
As I hold the paint brush in my hand I remember the time that I had painted the mural in my room. Nothing is better than painting a picture, the feeling of creating something beautiful, loving it. Picking out the brush is always a difficult choice but one you pick will be loved so much. I wish I still painted every day… I miss it sometimes so much
Red paint on my brow as I painted grandmas old steps. She was going to be so happy it was the first time since grandpa died that they were going to be that bright red color that we always has seen three years earlier.