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Breathe
When I paint everything melts away. It is just me and the brush nothing else matters . Everything that was trapped in me flows freely unto the canvas ,I feel ,and find peace. With every stroke, and and every squeeze of the paint tube I become whole . The closest to heaven one can experince while breathing . Through my art I can breathe .
When I paint everything melts away. It is just me and the brush nothing else matters . Everything that was trapped in me flows freely unto the canvas ,I feel ,and find peace. With every stroke, and and every squeeze of the paint tube I become whole . The closest to heaven one can experince while breathing . Through my art I can breathe .
When I paint everything melts away. It is just me and the brush nothing else matters . Everything that was trapped in me flows freely unto the canvas ,I feel ,and find peace. With every stroke, and and every squeeze of the paint tube I become whole . The closest to heaven one can experince while breathing . Through my art I can breathe .
Published 29th Mar 2024
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