Painting something abstract was really rather liberating, and not at all confusing if you just let your fingers do the work. Liberating, due to it’s mindlessness. Not to mention the lack of any color helped to further encourage the mindless paint rubbing. But I wouldn’t say it wasn’t like art, because, taken from personal experience, this felt a lot like I was knitting something. I have to keep going, and find peace in the fact that I won’t understand what I’ve created until it’s done.