Getting myself amused over oil paint, texture, and dirtiness after three weeks of helping out with the team's bulletin board. Nobody knows if mine is good enough to be called ART.
It doesn't matter. All I want is to keep surprising myself.
"When I was young I was alone a lot, and art was a place I could escape to. I didn't really know at the time I was escaping but I knew that I enjoyed doing it, and it seemed to make time disappear.
...The more I think about my early experiences that led me to become an artist, the more I think it all has to do with freedom, really. The freedom of not being held back. The freedom of being able to jump into the void and not get hurt. The freedom of being able to enter a place that didn't exist until you stood in front of it. The only catch is that you have to make that place for yourself." - Julian Schnabel
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