11.29.07
Pigments
*sigh* I suppose there’s one being who cannot bear the placid concept of myself in a Monet. This person had to litter it with botchy splatters. Would it pacify you if I told you I have more Rembrandt days than Monet? But well, if Jackson Pollock’s your kind of life (that’s a compliment), I’m not judging you. It seems to be convincing and selling to a majority, but please, do not taint my canvas if I stroke in peace. I’ve put the past behind and have no desire of stealing paint from you - the way you dip from my palette every now and then… and evidently, we mix colors differently.
“He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free…” Henri Matisse
