Paintings of an Empath
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After 18, you will get to see your life is just repeating cycles of the same storyline, atleast in my case. And in this strange traumatic and numb life I do painting only in three emotional states. To begin with the first state is happiness, which is usually when I get to befriend someone. Then it's guilt, I create paintings for the people I hurt with a lot of guilt and as a form of repentance I make them an artwork. The last emotional state that brings out the best creative side in my artworks is when I am CALM.
There you go, hope y'all enjoy this hopeless empath's paintings ♥️♥️♥️
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