Friend, you can’t spell Brush without RUSH. If you can make your brush sing the way B. B. King made his Lucille sing, you are blessed. From the tortured ecstasy of Vincent to the Spatterday Night Fever of Pollock, Brushwork reflects the soul.
Bristles UP! Look out below
Releasing pigment we will go
Unleashing swath-razed ribs of color
So Life & Surface are unduller
Have havoc on a ferruled track
Hew HUE & CRY-EYE back 2 back
Go thou and do likewise, Friend. Brush up and have YOUR Brush With Destiny!