My parents would say, “You must paint all the walls in the house.
I think it will help you.”
I thought, why would they say that?
But I used it as a way of self-expression, as a means of self education.
That was my goal.
My mother used to make me paint in the morning, after I had finished painting, so that I could paint my friends.
She said that she wanted to show me how to paint.
I remember that when I was 12 or 13 years old, I had painted some walls with the same paint, because I had a friend in school.
I said, I want to paint the wall with this, and this, but what if I paint it with a different colour?
She said, well, you must paint the walls, but you can only paint the corners.
I thought that’s so odd, because there is no such thing as corners.
But my mother said, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
She showed me the painting.
She did not paint the sides of the painting with a pencil.
I painted all the corners, so I had no idea what I was doing.
I started painting the walls.
My first brush of paint came when I used the brush to paint a piece of cardboard.
I had done it at the age of 10 or 11.
It was an ordinary piece of plastic, so it looked like a box, but it was really beautiful.
My parents used to say, Paint a corner.
I could see that it was beautiful.
Then my second brush came when my mother was telling me to draw, and then my father was telling her to paint, so they were very enthusiastic.
I did not want to do anything other than paint the front of the house, because that was where I would stay.
Then I did paint the back of the houses, so then it was easy.
I used all the paint in one afternoon.
My father would tell me, paint this corner.
I took it, put it in a bottle and poured some water.
I poured the water into the bottle and let it sit.
Then the next day, my mother came and told me that I had to paint this.
She had to be very careful not to spill anything, because she had a very delicate skin.
I told her that I was just going to paint on this corner and it would not be a problem.
I wanted to paint it.
Then when I got home, I put the paint on and started painting.
My wife, who had to do a lot of cleaning, also had to put a lot on, because it was so messy.
After a day or two, she got tired of it and said, Why are you painting?
You can’t go back to your normal work, you cannot go to the house without your family, and you cannot come out.
I asked her why.
She told me, Because if I went to the bathroom, there would be nothing to wash.
I got angry, but I was still happy because I was able to paint all of the walls without being ashamed.
I have painted more walls with this paint, and now I can’t stop.
I am so proud. article