I've put my time in today with my painting. I think I did it injustice instead of improving it. At this rate It will be some time yet before I finish the portrait. I think that is why I love paintings so mush. I know how much time, and pain, the artist puts into their work, and it has to be priceless to the owner. I started doing art at six years old, and it has been a passion for me every since. I still have a pencil drawing I did of a church when I was six. I know how old I was because even then I dated, and signed my art. My dad kept this drawing under lock and key until he passed away. It was then that I got the drawing back. I don;t know what it was about this simple pencil drawing that impressed my dad, but since it did, I have honored his feeling for it, and put it in my archives. I hope to keep painting until I die, knowing that after then probably all my work will be trashed. Can anyone on earth explain that about an artist? All I can say is every human being has an individual way of expressing themselves by what they chose to wear, the way they furnish their homes, the vehicles they drive, the food they eat, the way they let their bodies be hairy or hairless, the way they speak, the people they chose to be around, and many more personal choices they make. We all are a person of our own creation, and no one can change that, except God. He definitely can make a new creature out of us. If anyone is not happy with their life, let them ask God for a new creature in them.
God Bless
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