Painting is just another way of keeping diary.
I don't paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.
Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.
I dream of painting and then i paint my dream.
Life is great big canvas. Throw all the paint you can on it.
She designed a life she loved.
Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
Different shades of life make the painting more beautiful.
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