Mileage

It’s mad thinking about how much mileage some of my brushes have done. Join the strokes together and you’ve got the length of the A40 in a single one. Body beat down, brake pads worn, engine hanging on for dear life. It still serves the function. A to B. Palette to canvas. 

It kind of pains me to throw one away. Finally having to admit defeat. 

The untold stories the objects we have around tell. I used to even keep the palette scrapings from the previous days oil paint in disposable cups of coffee, hoping to one day transfer them to a jar - a display of effort over years. Unfortunately, my mum threw those out unaware of my plans.

Don’t be so precious, she said to me.