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UNTAMED ART
Painting isn’t my expertise
it’s what happens when I feel too much.
Ecstasy, ache, wonder,
or the quiet sting of betrayal…
My brush moves when words fall short,
when something ancient and alive
insists on becoming form,
color,
and breath.
Painting isn’t my expertise
it’s what happens when I feel too much.
Ecstasy, ache, wonder,
or the quiet sting of betrayal…
My brush moves when words fall short,
when something ancient and alive
insists on becoming form,
color,
and breath.
…
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