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Artist JoeMac
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Paintbrushes

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I wanna paint a picture, start if off with basic colors and eventually make transparency into a walking piece of art, watercolors or acrylics, it really dont matter as long as the paint that splatters from my brush creates a masterpiece, see with this art I give you a piece of the man that's inside of me, even though my eyes are on the outside I still can peer into my own self through my reflection in the mirror which reflects everything about me as an individual, residual raindrops are placed on the canvas with fanbrushes and gentle touches as the stroke of my small tip writes thin lines that define the times in which I fell to my lowest point ever, but cleverly I add a lil bit of action to my backdrop, and with this, no one will even notice my negativity, I want this scene to be painted in serenity, but whats killin me is that I fear someone will come and wash this paint away, hours of hard work put to shame before it even has a chance to be put inside of a picture frame, so I sell it to a museum where it will be under lock and key with 24 hour survelliance, my patience allows for me to get ready for the crowds of tomorrow that will talk about my art years from now, highest bidders will come to purchase my created surfaces when I'm dead for ungodly amounts of bread, savoring the picture but not what was used to create it, thats why I have my paintbrushes placed with me inside my casket, it kinda keeps them in their own basket to stay fresh for the next piece that must be made with the image of a mind that can only see what it thinks will speak the highest volumes to the people without ever giving a speech, cause sometimes silence speaks the most, and stillness screams the loudest, so I look at my next blank canvas and grab my brush, I clutch on to it as if this is my life support system, comatosed I slap the first stroke onto the material to give it its first strand of DNA, from there I plan to grow it into a full fledged human, consumin every inch of board until my brushes hit the floor from the exhaustion fo my hand, and I will then leave my brush on the floor and walk away, cause sometimes, when you do crimes, its better to leave evidence to let the world know that you were there

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