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The longing to receive feelings, the canvas craved a mishmash of personality and purple anxiety. Prime colours meeting new tones smudged over palm and fingernails. Back and forth from the murky water, brushing intimate with the whiteness, forging a new two-dimensional genesis. The face became asymmetrical of a female ethereal figure surrounded by deep green, full-of-life leaves. The purple surrounded her, consuming her growth and trying to contain it. It became the backdrop for her life. This spiralling out-of-control thoughtlessness this, in fact, deep rumination and self-destruction. Sat painting for hours... Paint all over hands, clothes, and sofa... The backdrop of her life... The backdrop of my life...
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Story of Painting
The longing to receive feelings, the canvas craved a mishmash of personality and purple anxiety. Prime colours meeting new tones smudged over palm and fingernails. Back and forth from the murky water, brushing intimate with the whiteness, forging a new two-dimensional genesis. The face became asymmetrical of a female ethereal figure surrounded by deep green, full-of-life leaves. The purple surrounded her, consuming her growth and trying to contain it. It became the backdrop for her life. This spiralling out-of-control thoughtlessness this, in fact, deep rumination and self-destruction. Sat painting for hours... Paint all over hands, clothes, and sofa... The backdrop of her life... The backdrop of my life...
saplingn
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
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