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recipe to re-make my state of mind today,
I shall smudge them all together, roll them, press them, mixed them so thoroughly until no single entity is recognized any longer, till they truly blend onto the canvass, till they seep through and wet and make marks on the walls behind the canvass.
And I will set it on fire when I forget the incentives for making this piece, till I am no longer to feel this feeling again.
True organic art, made by true anxiety, true angst for mankind, and of course, for selfish reasons.
houshanpi
