It was my birthday and my daughter suggested that we all paint something. We had previously considered whether to paint one picture together, but in the end each created his own.

In the past, I typically tried to create something that resembled the paintings I love and admire and to accurately reflect my vision. This time I allowed myself to paint, whatever was inside me and wanted to come to light.

I can’t remember when creating something has brought me so much joy. I finished first and didn’t feel the need to improve anything. It’s a wonderful feeling to just to be satisfied with your work.

For me, this character is me, even though the title suggests otherwise. It shows to me how hard it is to accept oneself, the truth about myself, contradictory with the self-image I’ve created in my head.

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