Also untitled, this was the last painting I produced just before going homeless, one that had saved me much later when I was in a much better place, as conveyed by the title it earned  in the end, bearing me the fruit of toil.
As you can see, this  was where my signature Abstract painting style was born.
Looking at the colours, I remember with a heartache how I was feeling back then, when I was starting to heal way too late because I was going homeless soon, still dreamy about making it as an artist… sad and blue, but embracing my dreams with passion, thinking about the bright light in the end of the tunnel.
That’s just how I’ve always been… as depression keeps following me like a shadow ever since childhood.
I like to think that it was self-composure, not delusion, was the reason why a smile had always been stuck to my face as if I were the happiest man alive,  just because I believe in a wonderful peace. I’ve lost count on how many times my heart broke and that’s probably for the best for me lest I freak out.
The reason why I came back to this painting
style in the end is unknown to me still.
Mayhaps, only Art itself knows.
Maybe we’re no different after all; Abstract 
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Size: 25.5 cm X 20.5 cm