Living is absurd like painting.
For it is truth shown through Falsity.
Perfection exists in imperfection.
Art is life on a wheel to the water without wading, wandering when we wish.
Knowing what is to be - Intuition, Fire, Lots of Liquids.
Optimism is. Free to experiment.
Disguised like a sphere surrounded by another sphere and yet connected mysteriously.
Originality and uniqueness is true as well and should always strive for the never before seen preview on the news last night that I did not see, but made instead. Immediate knowing needing no explanation.