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I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.

The police have no leads as yet on the person or persons who painted obscene suggestions on the buildings. One store owner said he was going to leave a dictionary on a public bench so the vandals could at least spell the obscenities correctly.

After using a paint chart from a local DIY superstore to identify the skin tone of his penis as midnight chocolate, Miriam stayed down on one knee and offered him the citizenship he had always wanted and the middle-aged white woman he would grudgingly accept.

Every life is a canvas and every interaction is a brush, therefore we__ be wise to consider how we handle the paint.

Little decisions over time make a big impact on our lives.

If you can write, paint, or compose without fear, pain, tears or questions, then you are either very blessed or very bland.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

Protect the ears of your heart, rather than being drawn in each day like the fading tides that dance daily with the moon.

Kids are real artists. They__ rather paint the outside of the box than being stuck inside.

And still, still, there is more to describe- we paint because drawing breath is an agony and exhaling an ecstasy and somewhere in the space in-between we think we once found a truth; and the eternal part of us desires to share this truth at all costsonly it's never quite how we pictured it, and it's never quite received the way we wantand the paint drips with our own blood the handles of our brushes are our own bonesour own tears become the words to our most beautiful love songs and we know we'll never get it right before we die-getting up every morning and facing our own limited truth is a courage so divine most men quell and women stay enslaved in silence.

It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany__ bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.

... from the classically executed lifelike bouquets, tempting you to reach for the petals that fell on a three-dimensional tablecloth, to a new and disturbing style in which the colors seemed to blaze with such intensity they destroyed the old lines, the old solidity, to make a vision like those states which I'm nearest my delirium and flowers grow before my eyes and crackle like the flames of lamps.

There__ something familiar about the curve of her lower lip. The weight cradled by a soft, slender chin. The bow of her top lip sweeps across it in a way that makes me think of the sun setting on the horizon. A perfect paint stroke of pink to light the sky. -Excerpt from Born Wicked ©2014 A.D. Evans

I wish I had a brush that could paint the whole sky and turn every morning into night. I wish I could always sleep next to you in the never ending night and hold your hand, watching the reflection of all the stars in your eyes, while you smile and watch them in the sky with wonder.

Like a splendid mosaic of myriad colors, she in all her hues of sensitivity would paint her feelings in your mind__ gray skies. She was the butterfly making you run after her. She was the Zahir, a mirage that transcended borders and time-zones.

To live is to paint, it is to create; but while we are painting, we are being painted, being created as well!

The sky is a canvas, so paint your own life.

God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home