She was surprised, of course. But she was also curious. There was nothing hidden in her face, and that was what really intrigued me. As she walked through the gallery, each piece revealed something separate from within, and she didn't hesitate to insult him. No one could read the reviews against her if they took the time. It is an artist's dream: the emotions that inspire us to see our work clearly. Satta king

Many have struggled with my work since the show began, pausing for a moment, praising a quick word. I didn't go to them. But, when it came to my painting, it was delayed. First, he kept a great distance, embracing the portrait from optimal perspective.

So she came closer. Closer still.

Squinting, after the brush strokes formed arms and legs, and the arch of her neck. But instead of smiling like the others, she was disturbed. Shelter in her eyes was a particular concern. And that anxiety pissed me off faster than any local newspaper editor. Editing can be done with the pleasure of winning. But with a slight tingle of the eyebrows and a tug of the lips, this single woman gave me a heartbeat with a very awkward rhythm.