On Picking Up a Paintbrush The bristles were dipped with care into azure blue. Cobalt paint rolled an ocean wild, untamed And this landlocked soul began to play. A memory surfaced with recognisable hue. Exhilaration slipped its eternal, anchor chain, Freedom untied its moorings and cast off. Over crisp, white paper, the brush strokes launched.…Read more Are you struggling with the need to Conform?