|"And I'm not young enough to know everything..."|
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" The blackness rushed over my eyes more solidly than before. Like a thick blindfold, firm and fast. Covering not just my eyes but also my s e l f with a crushing weight. It was exhausting to push against it. I knew it would be so much easier to give in. To let the blackness push me down, down, down, down to a place where there was no pain and no weariness and no worry and no fear... "
|”When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.”|