The third, one I’m truly proud of.

I was the perfect chameleon, adapting to others and to the main audience. I wasn’t creating my art, I was creating for their validation that never truly fed me. And then I got depressed, I quit everything, I quit my dog the one soul I love so endlessly, to pursue the life I want and deserve. 

Six months later, I took a self portrait at the summit of Martinique’s volcano, I felt so me, finally. I felt vulnerable and bold, in my own wild environment. Free to be myself.

❝ my body, my expression, my liberation ꕤ own muse ☾ (philosophical) questioner paulinefaieff.art
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Rome, Metropolitan City of Rome Capital, Italy