The Artist's Brush, My Friend

February 02, 2025  •  Leave a Comment

It is a demanding friend because, in its silence, there is neither comfort nor consolation. No voice of disagreement. No encouraging wisdom to impart. Is this the friend I need? Yes. For an artist, the brush becomes a confidant—a listener. And often, a listener turns out to be your closest friend.

Why? Because my secrets are locked inside its bristles and wooden handle, never to be revealed to the public. Besides, I have many brushes, many friends, in all shapes and sizes. My brushes ask nothing of me. Pick me up or not. Walk away and never return—it’s okay. Love me, neglect me, or refuse to paint with me. But nevertheless, I hear my brush whisper in the silence, "Dip me in aquamarine, and together, we will paint the depths of the ocean."

True friendship, like my brush, asks for nothing in return. It does not demand explanations, nor does it judge. It exists in the quiet moments, offering unwavering companionship without expectations. A real friend listens, not just with ears, but with an open heart, understanding the unspoken words between the lines.

I call this dialogue between my brush and myself Alone At Last (AAL). Only the artist understands the true feeling of aloneness, the isolation, and the brush’s silent yet profound friendship. But perhaps, in this solitude, one discovers the purest form of connection—a bond that transcends words, expectations, and time itself.

Thanks to Paint Brush Set for Acrylic Painting 20 PCS. (As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases.)

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Peace and love. Russ Myers

myersbrothersart.com

 

 

 


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