I paint my reality because I see beauty in the ordinary.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.
I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best.
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.
I paint myself because I am the subject I know best.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.
I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I paint myself because I am the subject I know best.
I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.
I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I paint myself because I am the subject I know best.
I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.
I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.
I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I paint myself because I am the subject I know best.
I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.
I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I paint myself because I am the subject I know best.
I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.
I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.
I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I paint myself because I am the subject I know best.
I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
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