Bowl of fruit

January 4, 2015

I got an 88 on a painting I did of fruit

That's how I saw it

That's how it was in my mind

I thought it was 100% accurate

But now I'm not so sure

The way I see things and the way you do are different

Why should you be able to judge my mind?

If art is expression then why are there limitations?

Where I am now puts me in a box

Where I want to be lets me break free

I don't need your approval on the way I see fruit

What I need is a glass of water to quench the thirst I have for freedom

My thought process can't be contained

I'm sorry if my fruit wasn't dimensional enough

But in my mind it was flawless

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