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I am everything and almost nothing at the same time. I don’t base my knowledge on anything other than what I know. I don’t know what I’m doing, I only know what I have done. I learn from my mistakes and my discoveries. I also keep what I want to learn and reject what I already know. It is not easy to pick through the noise. I am picky, and I also let things happen in slow motion. I watch a bad scenario take shape and bring me down. Not sure why, but I almost have to go through it to make something great out of it. My life is a process. Whatever happens is my fault/success and it is also my only way to create anything. I am the process. I have to love the process. ____________________________ These lines are extracts from my mind. Taken at random and given at a first hand experience. I did not plan this. I wrote this. —---> Here goes... I want to work. I want to discover and experiment, but sometimes it is not to be. It does not bother me because I know that when I do work, I will give everything I have. I have nothing to give. I find some processes thoughtless and boring. Time is an obstacle and I feel frustrated. To reach the moment of creation, everything seems to align in a non effort circumstance. I don’t know how it will happen, but I give it a chance each time I start painting, trying to find my way back. When I work, I work with acrylics, spray paint, markers, pencil, brushes, and more. Usually on unstretched canvas, stapled to the wall.