You will be life to my art.
What if it stops? For normal people, it's like losing twice, but for a storyteller, it's not just a loss—it's the birth of art. I saw this flower, older than me. Wow, I liked it. I liked her life, not because it's special, but because of the heart of the flower compared to its surroundings. But I'm sad that it can't be mine and isn't open to me. It is always covered by petals; I can't see what's inside. And sometimes, especially these days, we don't agree on sseveral things! So the question is: it's been 3 years. What if I choose to stop it because it can't be mine? It has others who are more familiar with her for 3 years and better suited to her than I am. Well, I was lucky to be an artist, as I see a story in everything. I will go; I will lose it, but I will bring her story to life. I will paint how I saw her. That is what I will gain, and what others will gain to my story. I'm also wondering why artists have lonely lives. I'm ...