I like the little reflection coming off them. Grrrr

This is good. I’m not an expert, but I’d say this is better than most.

I tape off part of the canvas. I paint something, then I remove the tape and expand it so stuff looks epic.

I have around three weeks of experience, and I’m hooked on painting. I bet you could come a lot closer than you think. I never took an art class. I never thought I could even begin to paint anything that wasn’t just ridiculously stupid looking. Then someone gave me a bunch of paints. I made what I thought would get a few laughs. I posted where people post art that’s terrible. They didn’t think so. They thought it was deep and moving. So, my confidence has been growing ever since. It was a confidence issue.

Nelson Mandela was on Arsenio Hall, and I remember his tour after prison. The Mandela effect was annoying to me.

One of them is real. I grew up with a family of hippi types. No AC. No TV. Just music and lots of weed. Their kids got the ok to smoke at 13. They fared well in school and had a close-knit family. It’s was because instead of TV, they all sat at a large table, talked, listened to music, played music, and everyone got their share of attention from their father the big personality of the house. This included me.

Ok, we listened to so much old music. Queens, we are the champions played thousands of times. A specifically remember us singing of the world. I specifically remember a friend named Champ. I would sing the chorus when he arrived. He is the champion, he is the champion, of the world. Yeah, so I’m not sure how this works exactly. This is not my memory slipping. This is not a different version. We listened to old Vinyl records. Yeah, so fk. IDK

How close do you think you could come if you had any paints other than digital? I’m wondering if it’s possible.

My art in general

It reminds people of the 90s album covers or just album covers the most.

I watched the series. I enjoyed the hell out it. My roommates were like this sucks. I actually hate these idiots sometimes. Especially Mr. Flat earth trash the kitchen. He is cruising for another me dragging through the house. How soon the large men forget.

I see it now. I appreciate your representation. Thanks!

Mine was a shave in the mirror in a dream. The familiarity started to catch on and me and my reflection and I had a moment in which I realized I was dreaming. The mirror did something. My vision expanded. The bathroom became solid and detailed. I was feeling grit on the floor. Checking the drawers. I tried to calm myself and control my surroundings. Nothing happened. Then I started rubbing the veins on my arms. It was skin, just like reality. I woke myself up briefly to make sure I could tell the difference between the awake and asleep. I was happy because the grogginess gave me a clear distinction. I’m not sure why It scared me or how I would of gotten stuck if I was in my bed then I should know. Somehow I felt I knew what happens when you die. I was afraid of dimensions or something

I like this one. I love fantasy. I imagine it’s real somewhere out there.

It’s cool. Something likely exists like this somewhere. I mean, odds are. Very exoplanet.

I felt the need to ask what the arrangement in your comment means.? I suppose it relates to the end of days. I’m a little bit of a geezer. Not yet, but I’m on the verge.

Great band. I always wanted them to bring out another big album. I would buy it. You would buy it. A lot of people would definitely buy it.

It is all about vibes.

Gotcha. Thank you.

Thank you very much. I appreciate it. It’s helpful to me. Gives me confidence.

This group is great. I love it, actually. I truly appreciate your kind words.

Thank you! I really do appreciate your kind words. It’s confidence boosting for sure.

This sounds crazy. I’m pretty sure we just immediately end up in another reality. Unaware of the previous. The growth remains, and the other side of the coin remains. Science is doing a lot of research regarding. Even the mainstream agrees that many dimensions exist. Some don’t, but not many. I had a dream. Mirror. Turned into flesh and blood one morning. Mirrors. More than meets the eyes. I’ll share those illustrations sometime. There’s a method. But, yeah, I’ll post more then! Thank you! OK, I sounded like a nut. I apologize. I hope what I said isn’t against the rules of so. I’ll delete it and never speak of such things again.