I don't know what I paint
I like to color without drawing first
Nothing fills
Nothing remains unfulfilled
Nothing is missing
There is no limit to the color to end
Every moment I create with my ink a filled color
That creates the always filled drawing
But my ink lives so it ends
But the smaller the more life it has
What remains is not the drawing that remained
What remains is each place each color maintained
Die
Fill
Always filled
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 9:00 AM UTC
I don't know what I paint
I like to color without drawing first
Nothing fills
Nothing remains unfulfilled
Nothing is missing
There is no limit to the color to end
Every moment I create with my ink a filled color
That creates the always filled drawing
But my ink lives so it ends
But the smaller the more life it has
What remains is not the drawing that remained
What remains is each place each color maintained
Die
Fill
Always filled
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