Ever shifting Art Forms

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I don't know what kind of art I do,  some may call it abstract and some may call it pointless. But this is the art that I do now. This is the art that relieves me and gives me calmness. I shall continue to splash paint on a paper and call it art because it purifies me. 
This is me and my energy. It is limitless,  it is timeless and it cannot be contained by shape,  size, form or even by recognition. 
My art symbolises the unrecognizeable and uncontainable mind that we are all bestowed with. 
My love,  my growth and my positivity will flow despite all odds. 
This art contains many brush strokes that invoke all my emotions,  all my experiences,  my pain,  my sadness,  my hopes and my joy. It is a culmination of who I am and who I choose to be,to create a foundation of who I will be. 
I am the free flowing energy that cannot be contained in a glass jar.

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