I get so much flack about my paintings at school, all I get told is that I can’t paint, blah blah, blah. But I love my paintings. I’m sorry, but I do. I love looking at them. And what else is the point of art sometimes? There’s imagery that I want to see, and no one else is making that imagery, so I have to do it.
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