Autism rights and socio-ethics through the eyes of a misanthropic gung-ho autist.
The mascot of Prism*Song
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I don't know why
But when I paint. I loose myself. Hands fly over my face. I rock as I strew colors on my page. I totally lose myself into the painting. Sometimes I feel like crying. I might be the music I listen too, it might be feelings of joy when my soul drips into the paints and into my paintings.
I don't know why, but it feels like part of my brains just clicks off when I start to paint. It's odd, I don't talk I just stim and paint.