Should I say something sensational now?
This life comes with some doubts
There a chair in the middle of a circle of painters. Each Painter paints the same chair, when everybody is done each painter look & compare their work. They’re different. Some used color, some did not. Some added shadow,some did not. Some added texture, some did not. Each painter painted a different side of the chair since in a circle each painter had their respected view and angles. Do we see with our eyes or minds? does this chair exist? If all our senses can be tricked or flawed, if all our senses are only peripherals to send electronic impulses to our brain to decipher.
What is the chair?
Is it life? Problems? Ideas?
We’re all painters painting a chair. only you and you alone know what your seeing. Your angle, Your technique.
Nobody can or should tell you how to paint it.
the chair exist only for you.
