I found fingerpainting as an art form by accident. I had placed too much acrylic on my canvas and threw my hands into the globs of paint and smeared it around, creating colorful splotches. The more I smeared, the more the colors married until the canvas was covered in a muddy brown.
It was pretty ugly.
I didn’t care. I had fallen back into a moment of childhood. The confines of adulthood were removed as my fingers smashed the paint...
