Every face has a story to tell and every story is different.
In a letter to a friend
My floor is covered in brightly colored long strips of canvas that make my heart heart pound and my skin glow. Its a beautiful thing.
My commissions are stacking up, Im way behind and all I can do is look at these free spirits all around me. Once Im done the commissions Ive taken on, Im not doing any more. Im going to let myself bask in the world of abstraction. Im so far lost in the love of the paint, I dont ever want to return to a world of lines restricted and bound by facial features and skin tones. I feel like Ive sold my soul to the devil and Im floating on a cloud of mist risen from fornication.
My commissions are stacking up, Im way behind and all I can do is look at these free spirits all around me. Once Im done the commissions Ive taken on, Im not doing any more. Im going to let myself bask in the world of abstraction. Im so far lost in the love of the paint, I dont ever want to return to a world of lines restricted and bound by facial features and skin tones. I feel like Ive sold my soul to the devil and Im floating on a cloud of mist risen from fornication.
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