Acrylic

It's like he blocks everything out. He paints over it all. He draws it out. He adds detail to the already bold lines to make them make sense. Somehow, they still don't make sense. He doesn't think he blocks it out, he thinks he makes something beautiful out of it. He sprays and splashes bright colors over the dark walls that drain the town of its happiness. You know he has been there because there is leaked paint that got into puddles, the smell of chemicals in the air, and just a feeling there. But still...no one sees him, no one hears, and no one understands. But sometimes, just every once in a while, you'll come across someone who does see, hear, and most importantly, understands.