My favorite painter is still a seed growing on that branch of art. Her style is as free as her essence; she is not afraid to express herself and show herself as she is through her painting, and I think I am her only admirer.
She paints her body, paints my life and my soul, filling them with bright colors. She gets excited when she finishes each work and when she receives her praise; they are her incentives to continue mixing and discovering colors, capturing the new worlds taken from her infinite imagination.
My favorite painter is the artist of a not too distant future. She is a she, she is two years old and calls me mom.
Images extracted from my cell phone gallery
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