My Art

One of the few things I share with my mother, art.
A swirl of a paintbrush, a sketch of a pencil, the wavy line of pastels, and we share a deep connection that differs with hers to my other siblings. It's been my escape from the world, refuge from the dark, a form of rejoice, and occasional grief. Art is my friend, my connection, and how I see the world. Art is like me.
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18-21, F
Jan 14, 2013