Wasn't it romantic?

They {art works} were there
because they have to exist
(out there) in order to be
non-existing (from me)..
Each of them was like giving a
birth.
I didn’t think of my artworks
as a representative for myself

Not even want to have a mere
concept of immortality.
I just want to communicate.

The thoughts that summed up to
create them - were none.
I have never planned any
paintings - I let it painted
itself.
I am just a tool, there were
unseen hands painted through
me.
Symphonies and rhapsodies
lingered on those brush
strokes.
They could be the pieces of
music that I heard from the
past lives – this life or just
now.

They were the music I heard in
a dream…
They emerged from thin air,
the...

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