...a painter giving a shape to his feelings with his brush..or only being able to make an attempt to do so...for what he paints has no forms, no contours ..they are just that ..expressions...but they are not only on the outside..they come from deep within..from places he does not know exist till they do..from the deepest recesses an uprising...seeking a way out ..but there's no audience ,there never has been they're told..and now protesting ,fighting their way out in what seems to be an ugly duel...between the creator and his soon to be creation...and then it's split out onto the paper..leaving simmering stains behind ..that few understand and fewer enjoy..
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