“Free.”

My tyrannical father was cruel to me while I was a cute boy. Unknown to me, his wish was to impose a mental illness on me to isolate me from females. Nobody was there to support me, love me, or teach me anything. I was all alone. Also, I had no idea that I was the target of bullying just due to my beauty and mental illness. I gave them space and allowed them to do it. I changed myself to be free of it, but I lived hard and got really depressed and had no idea why. None has been cute and loving. I felt frustrated, afraid, and confused.

One sees tribal pattern and a calm Indian with ornate hairstyles, feathers in the hair, and facial paint. Free, tolerant, helpful, and calm is how I see them. I enjoy their liberated, straightforward, and calm way of life because they weren't subject to rules and could do as they pleased. The words suggest that you should live free and relaxed and be you like Indians, and that love is paramount, so I can be myself, happy, and intimate with women.

“Look And Be Yourself.”

History is frustrating: I kissed girls when I was a joyful child. My father was jealous. He became hard. My anxiety stemmed from feeling wrong no matter what I did or said. He wants me to stay away from women. My life became challenging; I faced bullying and felt fear when contacting or engaging in conversation. I hid my true self, attempting to avoid detection. The lack of love made me depressed!

With a plate inserted in her lip, earplugs, cozy blankets over her shoulders, and a headdress adorned with feathers and sticks, I have depicted a calm, tribal woman who looks different. However, the silver grid before her implies her imprisonment in the western world, devoid of love. Patterns like dots and zigzag lines symbolize a simple, calm, and liberated tribal life. Butterflies are wonderful and deserve attention and appreciation, just like cute humans. Frustration without love is the keyword. The eye circles indicate that I see ladies I want but feel hesitant and terrified of.

“Women On The Brain.”

As a cute child, girls occupied my thoughts. I didn't care about anything except kissing girls. I was afraid since my tyrant father forbade it and publicly humiliated and yelled at me to diagnose me with a mental disease. Love and life lessons were not his gifts to me. No one dared to stop him. Angry, irritated, and confused I was. My beauty, fear, and quietness made me an effortless target for their bullying. Since no one helped me, I changed a lot to fit in, but I lived a hard life, and I went through a serious case of depression.

Because of their stunning beauty, I created a superb African woman in my art. Despite her beauty, she can only be glimpsed in order to avoid paying too much attention to herself. I find them hard to seduce and satisfy. In turn, the butterfly on the shoulder brings me joy since it is cute, gentle, empathetic, loving, and honest. More love is the symbol of peace. The ladies are the central figures; without them, the entire world would come to a standstill.

“Living Mask”

A mean father led me to get a mental illness as a child. Because I kiss girls. Things got hard, annoying, and baffled. On top of that, they bullied me since I'm pretty. In the artwork, I play the role of a living mask who tries to fit in but who in turn suffers with severe depression. Life seemed awful and tricky, but early retirement came as a savior.

I suffer from anxiety, yet I'm sweet and honest. Men who aren't mentally ill but who lie, act cool, and wear a living mask annoy and frustrate me. They nurture desire from women who will reach out to them. They fear rejection, exhibit vulnerability, and experience feeling minor. But if you're cool, brave, and honest, women want you. It will make me happy because I'm sweet and don't like evil, lies, and fake folks.

As the hearts tell, I shall be rid of selfish, evil, power-hungry dweebs; cute folks bring me joy. Insects lead a courageous, cheerful, and humane life because they are free, uncomplicated, present, and authentic.

“LOVE II”

Cute little me used to kiss girls. My father's strictness silenced me and made me afraid no matter what I said or did. To keep me from doing it. I was the object of ridicule since this. Even if they are evil and seek power, I had to think they are empathetic and loving. With evil, they intend to make me afraid. I got no wisdom; it is about them and their joy. The world is the way it is due to that. I felt confused, frustrated, and afraid.

One can glimpse a tribal woman from Africa. Humans are evil, in my opinion. Tribal pattern covers her, and she wears bracelets and necklaces in addition to her unique headgear. There are few rules on how she acts, so she is free to be herself. Liberty, honesty, simplicity, and calm define her life.

True, simple, free, and calm are traits I adore as a cute human. Thus, I support cute humans who are empathetic and loving with hearts, flowers, and the words "cute" and "love." The birds and butterflies look unique; they live true, easy, calm, and free.

“Chill.”

As a cute kid, my mean father hurt me. To isolate me from women by inflicting a mental illness on me. None moved in to avert the threat. I felt a mix of fear, irritation, and confusion. Despite the ridicule and trying to fit in, I beat my major depression and survived an early pension.

With no love, harmony, and peace, life is inhuman. Since of society and women, I need to pull off it expertly and work hard and fast to get money. I can't be who I am and do what I want. Evil acts will come if I ignore the rules, both written and unwritten.

People who hate humans created the world; despite appearing to be good, they are evil.

An Indian chilling with a peace pipe and tribal pattern is shown. His life gives me joy since it is free, honest, simple, and calm. He is free to be himself and do as he wants, and being a free bird will bring me great joy. If the words and leaves for peace existed, I would be happy. To be human and to be with women, the love heart symbol is most vital to be happy.

“Native Americans.”

The story of the painting: As a cute kid, I loved kissing girls. All else was pointless. Yet, my tyrant father was hard on me to stop me. I didn't know he wishes me a mental illness. I was bullied for it, and I made an effort to fit in. I lived hard and suffered from a deep depression. I didn't know why. None helped me or taught me anything. I felt a mix of fear, frustration, and confusion.

Love makes life worth living. But without, it's perfectly hard.

I love the Native American way of life; it is free, easy, and calm. It was enough for them to go hunting and stay warm. Their tools were horses, feathers, fur, leather, and bows and arrows. They were good humans. True, kind, and real. White humans, who were tyrants and man-haters, brutally wiped them out so that their perfect, awful business could take over.

So, one sees a Native American performing a ghost dance to unite the living with the dead, to ward off the intrusion of white humans, and to bring harmony, peace, and prosperity among Native Americans.