It paints itself, my hand moving autonomously. Layer upon layer. I paint in layers, clearly an expression of my life, being lived out in paint. Now the hearts and flowers appear, coming to the surface. (I remember painting a brown and black painting in High School with nails sticking out through the back to the front). But mostly I’ve always seen hearts and flowers…

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