Starry Night
Insanity worked for him; he was thorough in his ability to show it off in a variety of ways. His brother kept his family away, not understanding the slim line between brilliance and certifiable. That was okay, he had his paints, his intensity, his obsessions, and his voices. He picked up his paint brush and began creating huge masterful swirls in the sky. He knew many would misunderstand, and this delighted him.
best insanity
picassos starry night
confused status quo
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