have to bear with it and carry on living.
usually i don’t like my own paintings. everyone else looks at them and they say, oh this is great. but i know that they are not. i don’t have a technique or any formal training. i look out from my balcony and i see the sunrise and i imagine all of those houses in between me and the sunrise to be the sea rather than a concrete jungle. i look at trees and i see them on the horizon with the sun behind them. i take photos of trees, the moon, those kind of things and i paint them.
i don’t consider myself 