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Painting is an ecstasy in control, chaos, and color, where every squirt of paint is its own story, but the tubes are old friends, your brush a trusted tool, lovingly cared for over the years, and the canvas a grizzled old opponent to wrestle with.

Oil spark off of the same flint and tinder programming does, that magic and mystery of a solitary challenge, with its own smell, tactile senations, and the fierce joy of solitary creation. 

I love it, fiercely, in a liquid and manycolored passion.