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Where Art Lives

The splatters that are forgotten in the pursuit of not-so-greatness

I am not good at painting, that is not false modesty, I simply do not have the talent nor comprehension of skill to pull off the kind of stuff anyone would want in a museum. However, we all know that is not the end all be all, and with painting, I’ve recognized that it’s a helpful outlet for me nonetheless. I can throw…