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when my ears grow tired, my eyes come alive, and all there is to do is paint
when my ears grow tired, my eyes come alive, and all there is to do is paint
It appears that almost everything around us is somehow tainted, whether the air we breath as we take our walks, the commercials and news we watch as we sit for our favorite shows, and even our rights as living beings are controlled. We are bound from the day we're born till the day we die. This folder consists of the paintings I make when i've had too much.
Acrylic on Panel
