I met someone yesterday and we were discussing creativity and all the things that have been spawned by the pandemic.
I like to paint. I like the feel of a brush full of paint squishing into a surface and as you move the color is left behind.
I like to type. I like the click of the keys and then watching my screen fill up with characters.
I like to sketch. I like the smooth feel of the pencil moving across the page and shadows and lines left behind from the graphite.
I like to crochet. I like the movement of the crochet hook in and out of the yarn. I like watching the colors build up and something just comes into being.
I had never really thought about the similarities between all the things.