I often sit in front of the mirror and paint self-portraits, and these paintings are my feelings at that moment when i miss him It doesn't matter if I am painting a pomegranate or the face, the colors escape from my hand and slide on the canvas like tears It's strange that when the red paint flowed on my canvas, the brush went into my heart like a dagger This was a physical drawing of a self-portrait that I gave the story to the AI ​​and then edited it with painting software to make it something I like.