Nice little clouds playing around in the sky. There is no right or wrong - as long as it makes you happy and doesn't hurt anyone. See. We take the corner of the brush and let it play back-and-forth. We tell people sometimes: we're like drug dealers, come into town and get everybody absolutely addicted to painting. It doesn't take much to get you addicted. Let all these things just sort of happen. That's a son of a gun of a cloud.