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RE: Girl in flower
You're a huge part of this project. I don't think I ever painted; it was always an old dream that never materialized. It remained in some inhospitable territory between my soul and my thoughts. A little elf wandering around, until you added fuel to the fire. And the colors arrived and changed the ugliness.
Without you, there would be no fire, no petrol. So enjoy painting in black and white, with or without colour, because it's no fun dragging petrol drums around.
We'll never know if you wouldn't have started painting if I hadn't lit the fire, but I guess so, because you started painting when you were young. Laughing out loud, I think sooner or later we'll go back to where we started. Even if it's just finger-painting poo on the wall.
How about the kids? Give them some pencils and paints! The youngest is the youngest!
Are you looking for a cake? How about if we can blow up balloons and they don't pop, then we can make animals out of them?
I've seen those balloons that make shapes, but only in videos. The normal, tangible balloons I've seen my whole life. I haven't seen them float in the air either. Yesterday, I was talking for a while with a cousin about my paintings. He liked them. And while I was showing them, the boy asked me for some cardboard and crayons and started drawing. I suppose motivation also happens when you go to places where art is discussed.