My teachers are every leaf that falls, the splashes cars make that soak
me as I walk to work, the people I meet or encounter, babies being born,
and every bit of love and hatred I've experienced in my life.
If we're truly friends, I have probably painted something that reminded me
of you. If you have felt something I have felt, I have probably painted
thinking of that feeling. While it may not be visible to the viewer,
it's always obvious to me why I paint what I paint.
My artwork is like a journal that I've written, but perhaps nobody can read it
but me.
Lisa
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