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Palo Alto California US |
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Dating |
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About Me:
Self-portrait
I am in front of this white canvas with the task of painting a self-portrait. I still have both ears, but I wear many scars. Scars that are not visible in pictures, the pictures give me a snapshot of how my exterior looks at a specific moment in time. I have the feeling this will be an impressionistic picture with eyes out of place and wings instead of legs.
I will start with my eyes, I have three eyes, two of them are brown, symmetrically placed on each side of what eventually will be my face. The third one is right below my hairline, and yes, there is hair still there! This eye does not have an iris, or a lens, since it is not used to see ordinary light. With this eye I see beyond the physical, it is part of that sixth sense that is connected to the right side of my brain.
Since we are right there, let's paint my hair. Brown and curly will do it, in that way I won't deviate much from the physical me. I like it short. A ponytail would have been nice, but it is not me!
The nose, it helps me breathe, I can fill my lungs with pure air and feel all that energy going around my body. When I exercise I can clean all the CO2 from my cells. But how would I paint it? Small because I do not think much of it, it just does its job? Or big, thus, closer to the physical one? Shall I paint it crooked to give it personality? Or straight to make it look handsome? A straight line here, two semi-circles, some shadow, that would do it!
Of my mouth I am proud. Some years ago I read in the Bible not to say anything if there's nothing good to say. My mouth takes care of that! No need to yell, no need to say angry things, just keep it in check. My mouth also allows me to kiss, to sense the softness of my lover's lips, to trap them between my teeth and play hide and seek. But I should not paint them the way they are, thick, and firm. I feel part of it should be paralyzed, like in the Phantom of the Opera. Maybe as a symbol of all the things I am not willing to say, or the things
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Luis
