I want to make an honest piece out of this. I have been painting for a long time now, and I am ready to take it out. Red has always been
a colour that’s been glued 2 my existance. However, I have never said
that red is my favourite colour. I would always say blue, blueish green, or
even black, if I wanted 2 be edgy. But this was just me hiding from the truth.
Truth is that all the colours that came to me head as “favourites” where
just colours that would fit with my obsession of red. The honest colour.
For a long time, I used 2 be very insecure about me skin. My red skin. I
have very sensitive skin, and it would always look red. Due 2 me always
being insecure about my red skin.
Now my skin doesn’t look so red. But I am still insecure. So I still turn red.
But it’s an honest red. Because I’m ashamed of myself.
When I paint in red, my skin gets dirty, and I confuse me skin with the
paint. I get nervous and insecure. And I turn 2 think that I’m a shit painter. Because I’m only painting my insecurities, and I’m never sure if
I’m doing it in a secure way. Better that than being red in public.
BROK 