The beauty in the struggle.

It was the beauty in the struggle that enticed me. It was the struggle to perfect a woman’s inner and outer beauty that drove me to this dialect of speech. The Colors and shapes the creator used to mold a woman’s body are flawless. My work can never compare to the curves conceived by the original creator. In my eyes I see a flawless creation with x chromosomes and try to place it on blank sheets of paper and canvas with fineness.
With Greens, pinks, browns, and blues my attempts to replicate this beauty is my muse. It is what makes me the artist i am. It’s why you see what you see. To replicate perfection in total abstraction is my struggle.
In the end I believe woman was a creation of love and positive emotion.

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