There is this overwheming feeling of having to be able to do everything, you know? You must be strong, take care of the family, the food, the cleaning, the house, the world… Sometimes it just feels like escaping it all. Travelling endlessly into an imaginary fun world where only me, my son, my colors and all the nice people exist. Shutting my eyes to living and giving myself away to painting. Sometimes, reality feels like the real escape from being happy. So be it. Who cares?
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