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Bless My Rebel Heart, I Love Painting Faces

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A couple years ago I went through a period where I didn’t want to paint faces, because everyone paints faces.

There’s a part of me that always wants to be some kind of rebel — that relishes in being an odd ball — who finds pride in refusing to conform.

But then I realized how silly I was being.

I love painting faces.

It feels like magic every time a new face surfaces through a pool of color, line, and patterns.

Though the real secret is that each face is a facet of myself that’s being revealed.

Each face is a part of my story that is told without ever whispering a word.

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