Inspiration

I left centre of  with glimpsed sense of sad. There was real grey as sky sad. In college I looked throw the window on other river bank, but didn’t listen the lecture or answer questions. On types it became worse. I couldn’t find any idea for linocut. I made my brain and soul work harder. The phrase “pain borns straight” circled inside. And finely I find a plot of a picture. It wasn’t just linocut it was the painting work maybe my final. Since that moment I allegedly have thrown indolent away and give some place for freedom of inspiration. I went to home merry but not most.

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