what you love

what you love

what if in that honest moment of decision: what to paint... what to say... you realized the only thing that was familiar to you as you is what you have already done... and the notion of doing something you would never do, in fact, something you loathe, occurred to you just as suddenly as the only choice and then you realized that you are what you hate as much as what you love... what you hate makes you happy... yes... and so you paint what you hate with love....
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if i have made a career of failure it is because success has always looked like a life of crime to me…
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meanwhile it is always meanwhile...