I know you think you define me.
But each brush stroke thinks it's important when it's on the canvas and each brush stroke thinks that it's the last and that the painting will be done when the brush leaves the canvas again.
But it isn't. You are just the shading. You are a dot. And I am the one holding the paintbrush.
Monday, November 19, 2012
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yes, and i'm also holding a can of white paint.
yesyesyesyes. exactly.
how long have you been painting?
art & mind combine, a masterpiece divine, from ever present prime, shines glory to time.
Deep... but of all the choices to make from your pallet, why is this even available for any consideration, much less used in creating a work with the intention of making something beautiful..?
i am the artist here, that's something we've always known. that's why you whisper when the words you want to say don't quite make sense or when you want to say something just to hurt me. i am, without you, still whole.
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