10 things a paintbrush thinks when left in a glass of water
“Things have a life of their own. It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.” — Gabriel García Márquez
You forget the paintbrush in the water. For you it’s nothing. For the brush? Pure tragedy. Between bubbles and fading pigments, it’s living a drama no one ever exhibits.
10 soggy thoughts of a forgotten paintbrush
- This isn’t a spa, it’s medieval torture. 
- If I were wine, you’d have saved me already. 
- I’m dissolving… goodbye dignity. 
- Oh look, bubbles! … wait, that’s me dying. 
- That smug toothbrush is laughing at me. 
- I’m the one who needs therapy here, not you. 
- When I dry, you’ll cry for every fine line lost. 
- Should’ve been a pencil… they never drown. 
- You call this creative process? Looks more like IKEA punishment. 
- Next time, leave me on the easel… at least I’ll die standing. 
Closing
 👉 Bottom line, with paint still wet: never underestimate the drama of a soaked brush.
 
                        