Listen to your hands

My hands know the way.  They know what to paint while I am busy telling myself that I should stop, or at least do it differently.  If I let my hands do their thing, it happens that the voice switches over into an equally distracting self-praise mode, with images of cheering crowds…  I have to do a drawing about this.

But right now, I listen to my hands. (Move fingers… type… yes..)