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What's this
This isn't cubism, you're just showing us one side
What is this
Free association
Automatism
I'm just painting
Could you imagine how a canvas feels when paint hit it
Does it care when subjects have gladness or pain in it
Like did it reach it's purpose or did it just get tainted
Are we creative or ruining when we get to painting
I'm saying does the canvas's opinion matter when we grab the paint, get the splattering
Add a pattern, step back and grin
As we start to express some more, what's the expression for you killing me
Don't you know less is more is what's said by the canvas
You leave no space and it says damn it
At your beautiful damage, ain't no space to be who I was
Pure and untouched, you had something sick like it's a cure
Now I'm not unjudged, I get the opinions of your vision
I was free as me, use your creativity for a prison
What's the mission
At least tell me what the plan is
Just that I get used, no one respects the canvas
I'm just painting
But what you doing
Don't tell me you don't know what you're doing
Are you experimenting with- Is this a dream
Even if it's a dream, it's still what you see, it's life
You're not just randomly putting paint on the canvas, you're painting something
You can't abstract from nothing, you can only abstract from life, from nature
I am nature
If you only work from inside yourself, you'll repeat yourself
Why don't you paint the fucking thing