Recover post from 4 July 2025 Posted by Sonette I don’t always have the words for what I feel. But I almost always have a colour. A texture. A brushstroke. Some people journal. Others dance it out. Me? I reach for paint — especially when my brain feels like a wild little weather system. It doesn’t always work that way though! Sometimes I paint soft and pretty. Sometimes it’s joyful chaos.And sometimes it’s just blobs of colour that make no sense but feel so right in the momen