why i’m tired of being an artist

I can't stand this weird habit of mine to play with pricey paint on overpriced canvases or pieces of plywood. Today, I especially hate the abstract ones. They offer nothing other than one of my moods, thoughts or bits of dreams. That's all they are, blobs and strokes that illustrate whatever I'm feeling (or thinking or dreaming about or worried about or in love with) throughout the span of the painting's construction.

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