Painting has not always been a bed of roses. Being an artist comes with some sacrifices. Some of us (artist) refuse to wake up from our dreams, to the point that the world think about us as insane (having our own reality). It is a sorry sight when ‘imagination’ conquers a person to the point that it becomes ‘delusion’. I have reached the point where I ask myself; why am I incessantly connected to something that cannot be defined (art)?
Thanks for reading through.
Ife'ka Terry
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