Another brushstrokes moment

TICKED OFF

Oh yeah, that's how I felt when I came home one day, after days of survey at my job or should I say after "days of scrutiny." It was so exhausting to grope for answers to questions and hoped it would be the last. But no, there goes another one...then another and another. I felt like calling all angels and saints to take the scrutineer out of my sight. The ordeal did not go well. I went home mad at no one but myself. So I picked up a canvas and splattered paints all over it. With layers of oil and acrylic, using pallet knife and brush spreading colors all around with no direction. I was ticked.