/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

I drew pictures with her, for her.
We used to paint together.
She drew me, i drew her.
When we used to be burnt out, the other would encourage drawing.
She was so pretty, i felt ugly drawing her, and no drawing was ever good enough, when your subject matter is already pretty much perfect, your kinda setting yourself up for failure anyway, she always loved my drawings.
I painted her a rose once, yea its cheesy and stupid, but god dam i put hours into that fucking rose.
it only consisted of 7 strokes on a solid black background, but every brush stroke was thought out hours in advance, had to make everything perfect.
when i gave it to her she showed her father who was a pro oils painter and he said that he had never seen such well thought simplistic strokes before for someone my age.
She kept it on her table for the whole year after.

I hope she still has it.

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>i made art
>alone
>happy
>along comes her
>she makes art
>she is happy
>we talk
>we art
>we kiss
>we art together
>we are happy
>years pass arting together
>happy
>she leaves
>not happy
>im alone again
>not happy
>she still arts
>i don't art
>years pass
>not happy
>she looks happy
>she still arting
>still im not
>i begin to art again
>its hollow
>empty
>means nothing to me
>she killed art for me
>i still art
>its the last thing that connects me to her
>i don't art for me
>i art for her
>alone
>not happy