Sometimes a person paints to communicate to other people a specific feeling or emotion they have experienced in their lives.
And other times, a person may paint for themselves, to make sense of all the fire in their head. To turn the static upstairs into something they can better understand.
Last week the Mac Pro, the Xbox and the cell phone all died on the same day. I found myself terribly frustrated at my circumstances. Why can't things just work? What idiot monkeys even made these things? Oh! Miserable life- it is better for me to die than to live.
Then I remember that people all over the world have lived happy and full lives without the benefit of this exotic technology for a long time and I should do some yoga, calm down and find inner peace.
But I drew this instead: