If You're An Artist, The Problem Is

An Artist Is Forced By Others To Paint Out Of His Own Free Will.

Content Is A Glimpse.

What You Do When You Paint, You Take A Brush Full Of Paint, Get Paint On The Picture, And You Have Faith.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.

I Don't Paint To Live, I Live To Paint.