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There
are two sides to every coin. A day and a night, left and right, up and
down, forward and backward, male and female. I am one of every pair it
seems.
I paint for the escape. The escape from the day to day, or the pain
that I sometimes see. I paint what I see and what inspires me, whether
it be in my head, in a flower, in a memory, in you.
I feel at this moment in my life that I am just beginning to write the
first chapter in the book that explains myself . Everything before was
just a prelude to what is happening now, which is just an introduction
to the the next chapter which I do not know yet. I am just a man. I am
just a boy. I am just a piece of you. I am just trying to walk straight
in a crooked and crumbling world.
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