Paint. The stuff that comes in little bricks in a tidy box when you are small, and gives you the power to wreak colourful wet havoc on a piece of paper, and environs.
The stuff you learn to apply to your face as you become aware of your teenage appearance, and the need to project who you are, or who you want to be. Or tattoo onto your body.
Then it becomes one of the means by which you make your house or flat your home.
It is also useful to cover up, to hide blemishes, stains, mistakes.
Whatever you use it for, there is skill involved, you need to respect the ways of paint, and learn to work with it by its rules. A sense of colour, or humility to consult someone who has, is also handy.
I guess Jesus might be more like Nitromors. Softens the layers, and off they come. Whether it is in fashion or not, natural beauty is always breath-taking. The lilies of the field know they can wipe the floor with the competition.
Apply liberally and gracefully.