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I Paint What I See And Not What Others Like To See.

Insults Are Pouring Down On Me As Thick As Hail.

The Attacks Of Which I Have Been The Object Have Broken The Spring Of Life In Me... People Don't Realize What It Feels Like To Be Constantly Insulted.

There Are No Lines In Nature, Only Areas Of Colour, One Against Another.

I Paint As I Feel Like Painting; To Hell With All Their Studies.