Hey, here’s what’s happening.
8 hours a day.
72 hours done
I’ll be finished with my next painting for the new year.
It erupted from dreams. Fear. Those horrible dreams. Checked my pulse.
I wasn’t given a vision to paint. There’s no beautiful scenes that pop in my head ever. He gives me the reverse of a vision to use
October, November, December. I keep waking up at 3 am a few days each month.
wide awake in the dark with the feeling still sitting on my chest
I think He gives it to me like that so I can create something from nothing. Something to cut the feeling in half. Something to help.
For this painting I was given the fear. The paranoia The overwhelming deception that tries to crawl past every boundary. Somethings off.
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