Lex Barrie


The calmest I will ever be, is when I have paint on my finger tips.

The warmest I have ever felt, is when I clean my brushes under scalding water, in between a canvas piece.

The closest to connection to my soul and body, is made when my paint hits the palette and I wield colors into something that only I can feel, as a reflection of myself.

Since the first time I picked up a brush, the world seemed to fade away. Nothing ever seemed to matter. All the chattering of my mind, silent as the setting sun.

My heart will forever be painted, a piece of art created by me.

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