In the privacy of the studio at this point, anger and the need to transgress or lash out may arise. Sudden revengeful and destructive could result in the half-finished painting being vandalized -- perhaps by a few slashes with a brush load of paint or a lighthearted and irreverent doodle into the wet surface with a fingernail. What is there to lose? The painting is already a lost cause -- why not play and experiment in the ruins before tossing it aside? It could be fun. Perhaps a private infantile pleasure might compensate for all the disappointment.
The essential quality of playing freely is enjoyment. We play to please ourselves. It awakens the sleeping part of our imagination -- and allows the exhausted part to have a much needed sleep: a situation conductive to invention, insight and originality. The true self is free to romp about in pleasure; to dabble like a duck, to take chances and discoveries or mistakes without consequence. In such joyous abandonment inhibitions melt a special sensitivity is primed, windows fly open and a fresh vision becomes possible. Art and love may intertwine and flourish.