Acrylic on Muslin strecthed-canvas
The most comfortable feeling in my own skin is only when my hands and arms are covered in layers of paints. Sitting in a comfy chair and wearing just barely any clothes, I breathe in the fresh air with this outdoor scent slipping through my open window.
My heart is open.
My guard is down.
My innocence roams free.
I, magically, live in my inner peace when I paint.
The studio turns into a vast land that no one lively can see. Only if you live life through my eyes, eyes of innocent child, then you would believe this world we live isn’t right for me.
No worries, no deadlines. It’s only me trying to pull out my unconcious thoughts into the concious world. No distractions, no phone calls to make. It’s only me stripping down emotions one at a time.