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Last but not least there's no canvas or brush only identity......... ? lol :P <3
still learning how to let go of everything
Last but not least there's no canvas or brush only identity......... ? lol :P <3
I am the same, still learning to let go of things and prevent toxicity from fucking killing me. As for my canvas, it's torn and patched up in many places. Paint over and over old painted areas. Some may say it looks marvelous, while others think it looks like a disaster. I tend to agree with the latter but appreciate the former for thinking so. And they give me hope.still learning how to let go of everything
hahaha, I was tempted to skew the word "painting" too! But decided to go the pensive route. My vodka is making me melancholic.I'm so happy @zhihau talk about this because I often get feedback from my dinner companions that I am a good painter an they like me to paint their lives.
My vodka is making me melancholic.
In my next life, I will sell screws in Thailand.
like this huh?I'm so happy @zhihau talk about this because I often get feedback from my dinner companions that I am a good painter an they like me to paint their lives.
For that, I’m thoroughly ashamed of this blemish on my canvas.
like this huh?
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How much of it caked with Loong's ugly brush strokes?I have reached a stage where I feel strongly that one’s life in its entirety is just started off like an empty canvas, your parents doodle a little on it when you’re young but soon you gain control of that paint brush and continue painting till you’re pretty much done. With that same paint brush, you could paint on the canvas of others and others could likewise leave a mark on yours.
While some paintings are vibrant and others maybe a bit dark, I believe only a handful are celebrated while most are forgotten, and it’s good to note that some very old paintings are continued to be painted by others today.
I delved a little deeper into my own painting today to scrutinise how each stroke was delivered and how callous I had been. While it was my purest intention to make the painting beautiful through my eyes, I reflected deeply and thought I delivered and exposed my most nasty side on this canvas. For that, I’m thoroughly ashamed of this blemish on my canvas.
I guess my only consolation is that I still have control over my paint brush, I still have some time to make remedies on my canvas, and thank goodness I have a very small canvas.
How much of it caked with Loong's ugly brush strokes?
In my next life, I will sell screws in Thailand.
my canvas is clogged and caked with crap.
Talking about life ?