Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I love you more than my own skin.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?

I paint flowers so they will not die.