Obviously, sometimes I just feel like looking like a box of crayons.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Smelling a crayon takes you right back to childhood. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and take another hit.
My family could only afford to get me the box of eight Crayola crayons, but I craved the one with all 24 colours. I wanted magenta and turquoise and silver and gold.
I always have a different way of looking at things.
I don't like when I look too cluttered.
I've always hated the way I looked, and I've never complained about my brains.
Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.
I visualize things in my mind before I have to do them. It's like having a mental workshop.
How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.
Whenever I put on a colored thing, I feel like I'm in a costume. Like when I put on a gray shirt.
I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.