User:Patient 117-V

Art

Im an artist of sorts. Though my art has an... Aquired taste. I like painting roses. Where i come from, a single rose was not romantic, it was a marking of someones death. Rather sad realy. But i do paint other things as well! I paint people, i paint objects, but usualy paint the person that is in front of me, or a rose. You see, many people do not appreciate my paintings, this is most likely because i only paint in one color... Red. I simply love the color red! So full of life and beuty. My love of red started when i was just a  boy. I didnt have a happy life so one day i started cutting myself. I cut very deep and the beautiful red liquid started running down my arm. It was amazing! So i invested my money on lots of red paint, light red, dark red, rose red and much more! I made so much money making the art. But it wasnt for the money or  the popularity, it was for the beauty! And they didnt understand! It inferiated me! So i denied their right to live. When i was about to leave, i noticed the blood.... The beautiful blood. I couldnt resist. I painted a single red rose on their wall and left. I have been doing this for seven years now and i take pride in my name given by  the public. "The artist." Ah what a wonderfull life. I bet that you enjoyed hearing the story of my art so much that you havnt taken the time to noticed the single red rose i have painted for you on your wall.