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What began as a regular day of work ended up in a night of painting for me.

Let me start from the beginning, I was walking in the retail store I worked in when I started to have an awakening inside, everyone looked straight at my face when I walked in and I saw something I never did before, my reflection.
'You see, we do not only see that person when we look at someone else we also see our self.
Before I had just seen people always looking at me strange, when in fact it was I, who was looking at them in the way that was being reflected back at me.

That night and I couldn't get to sleep; I got off work at about 11 at night, however that is regular for me. It was extremely hot in my room when I got home, which was also something regular. I took off my work shirt and threw it on a table, I had kept my skinny jeans tucked into my boots, on.
And that's when it clicked in my head, it had all pieced itself together in my own mind without me doing anything.
A shock-wave of intrigue and euphoria riffled in my brain as I quickly scattered to find my best brushes and paints.

The scanner didn't get the color as well as I'd like but then again I am never truly satisfied with my own work. Nevertheless I hope you appreciate this work for what it's worth and the little story that goes with it.

Besides, behind every picture lie's a thousand words as does a story of emotion lie behind every painting.

Description
What began as a regular day of work ended up in a night of painting for me.

Let me start from the beginning, I was walking in the retail store I worked in when I started to have an awakening inside, everyone looked straight at my face when I walked in and I saw something I never did before, my reflection.
'You see, we do not only see that person when we look at someone else we also see our self.
Before I had just seen people always looking at me strange, when in fact it was I, who was looking at them in the way that was being reflected back at me.

That night and I couldn't get to sleep; I got off work at about 11 at night, however that is regular for me. It was extremely hot in my room when I got home, which was also something regular. I took off my work shirt and threw it on a table, I had kept my skinny jeans tucked into my boots, on.
And that's when it clicked in my head, it had all pieced itself together in my own mind without me doing anything.
A shock-wave of intrigue and euphoria riffled in my brain as I quickly scattered to find my best brushes and paints.

The scanner didn't get the color as well as I'd like but then again I am never truly satisfied with my own work. Nevertheless I hope you appreciate this work for what it's worth and the little story that goes with it.

Besides, behind every picture lie's a thousand words as does a story of emotion lie behind every painting.