Fallen leaves disguise as the theatre masks…. So the nature eased my task to accept the reality such as it is. The identity with the fallen should look sadly, yet as I dared to admit the above diagnosis, it rewarded me with the ability to recognize the beauty underfoot. That truth was the magical art therapy that enabled me to bloom with all colors of silence.
Dear bloggers, your encouraging feedbacks transformed the dependad one his family grace into the artist, who don’t weep for personal sickness but invites you to the wonderland of painting. Thank you.
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