I just can’t help myself.
I paint to learn and to grow, to laugh and to be motivated.
I paint to understand things I’ve never been exposed to.
I paint when I’m crabby.
I paint for strength to help me when I feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
I paint when I’m angry at the whole world.
I paint when everything is going right.
I paint to find hope.
Painting describes my thoughts and what’s hidden in my heart.
Painting for me, is spending time with a friend, myself.
A book is a friend.
You can never paint too much.
I find life in painting.
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