What is Pushin' Paint?

To walk on paths. To spread soil. To open a canvas of concrete with blood sweat n’ tears.
To feast your eyes on the mere elements of hustling tooth n’ nail. Where the face of a lion and a reflection of its younger version of its youth, meet the lips of a mirror n’ see that it is one with one’s Strengths. To be the fist of its integrity and character. To cultivate n’ breed new ideas. To take grains of sand n’ make glass. Where iron n’ bones built the support of the river that flows in each stroke of one’s hands. That is the weight one carries to make their creativity the table of the jaws it stands on. To open the doors of perception. To be free and cast a light on what the journey unveils. Meets the present to keep it pushin’ n’ keep livin’. To pan the threads woven into the veins of one’s palms. To make what once was not there the flesh that breathes life into the embodiment of one’s creation. That is Pushin’ Paint.