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When I am painting I am on my own, but I do not feel lonely. My brain and my mind are full of pleasure and are at one with the creation on canvas I reveal at the end of my brushes. The colours of the paints make me feel relaxed and filled with joy. All of the past and present are only in this moment of me.
All of my past dimensions of hurt and pain are in that moment put aside. I cannot hear the voices of torment whilst I am amidst all this colour and each stroke of paint.