I love the smell of turpentine. It has the same effect on me that cinnamon and apples has on other people. One whiff and I can feel those chemicals releasing relaxation, calm and focusing in my brain.
But much as I love it, I have to face the fact that turp is a toxin . For me and the environment. Reed Kay was right. The air of art is poisoned.
So I am saying goodbye to turpentine and pure oil paints.
I have done this before and the break up is never pretty. I am cranky, dissatisfied and pissy.
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