My Life is as Colourful as My Brush

I'm an artist, I wouldn't do anything but paint the world for my viewers to read. The deep blues in cold caressing streams that flow, slosh and stagnate within my mind when I spin woeful tales. Or the exuberant, excitable greens that bounce and bound with glee as my own excitement builds. Spiteful reds that rage with a passion so intense that it bursts at the seams as I communicate my tribulations. So many beautiful colors fleck my palate. I dip my brush in the expressive colors and drag it across a canvas whiter than white as I depict my minds image for you.

Diversely yours,
~Chiko.