I try to make things look beautiful rather than authentic and flawed because I don’t yet realize that I’m sitting a little too close. That my nose is pressed against the canvas, searching for imperfections, when really I could take a step back and see that my painting is beautiful. Just the way it is.
I don’t have sexy lips like that of Angelina Jolie. All I have is a pair of small-unnoticed lips, which are not afraid to share thoughts, ideas, dreams, and aspirations. Lips smeared not by branded lipstick, but with words that can convey feelings.