your gallery of work showed me beauty;
simple and honest art.
you had one, pure, sincere emotion - and you expressed that magically.
it was beautifully humbling, in one phrase.
arguably,
i've tried too hard,
thought too much,
played too carelessly.
i attempted growing a great tree without finding the proper soil.
more than ever, i feel like a little child fumbling mindlessly in a playground.
a big huge, visual arts playground.
perhaps it was necessary; it was fun whilst it lasted.
but you've pushed me further.
thanks.
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