To the painter with paint on her jeans
Future me, please tell me you didn't give up. Please tell me you didn't take that corporate job just for safety. Your art matters. The way you see the world—all colors and chaotic lines—is a gift.
Keep painting. Even if no one buys it. Create because you have to.
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