10 things a paintbrush thinks when left in a glass of water
The secret diary of a paintbrush forgotten in water: 10 tragicomic thoughts you’ll never un-hear again.
“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.