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*finally, burst of inspiration... *
couch seat, wax, childhood, bonsai... something is forming inside of me, the last few days has been hay wire from hell... and my mom had to deal with shit load of my crap. She told me, when I need to come up with an idea for a painting I go through this over and over again. It's like worse then my time of the month. It's like.. a curse.. and I'm going to have to go through this for the rest of my life, unless I learn to tame my temper.
I can breathe for now...It's all okay
couch seat, wax, childhood, bonsai... something is forming inside of me, the last few days has been hay wire from hell... and my mom had to deal with shit load of my crap. She told me, when I need to come up with an idea for a painting I go through this over and over again. It's like worse then my time of the month. It's like.. a curse.. and I'm going to have to go through this for the rest of my life, unless I learn to tame my temper.
I can breathe for now...It's all okay