It happened spontaneously again. We wanted to try painting in the dark. I was wearing my sunglasses which is completely black so I barely see colors. So it was definitely not the appropriate situation to paint. The huge canvas cloth made creepy shadows and painting equipments seemed very different from usual like they got souls. I remembered a story which my grandma told me. When she was sleeping in my room next to my dolls, they started to dance and sing around her. The painting brushes, acrylic painting bottles and the canvas seemed about to move by themselves. The day we painted was very close to new moon so we didn’t have the moonlight. That made the atmosphere more darker. 

 

We mixed colors ambiguously and using rollers to paint. I used painting brushes as chopsticks to paint. It was super fun. I found myself breaking my shell of fear for painting. I really enjoyed putting colors. And the darkness made me relaxed to paint because I had no judgement and measurement about the outcome(invisible painting). 

Unn stepped on the canvas after she folded the canvas. It was a dance. 

 

We had some rituals after the painting session. I was walking around the pond and jumped from the high place. And I touched a leaf like releasing the paint of my palm. I felt like I became a ghost which has no legs. Touching a leaf made me felt like no weighing. Unn was walking the rim of a pond balancing carefully like a small girl and she started to sleep on a bench. 

 

The whole experience of the painting was completely different from the snowing day’s. It was more slower and relaxing because of the darkness and the temperature.