I have no idea how to describe my feelings in words because I'm extremely angry right now.

To portray Jesus as a terrorist is extremely offensive to Muslims everywhere. Yeah, there's something called freedom of speech, but at least have a little bit of respect.

I think it's extremely offensive.

Drawn by warm nostalgic feelings for the place and by two sweet little words: "Open Bar."

A heart-rending thing has happened. I cannot find any words to express my feelings.

I never was very capable of expressing my feelings or emotions in words. I don't know whether this is the cause why I did it in music and also why I did it in painting. Or vice versa: That I had this way as an outlet. I could renounce expressing something in words.