Tears are like melted paint transforming the primary colors into black.

"I have never cried so hard than in this particular stage of my life as if the whole world were caving in on me. I have had a great opening of my one-man show last April 19, perhaps the best art exhibit that I ever have in my entire career as a painter. But my life seems bleak and empty like a blank canvas contrary to the colorful images on my works.

It is three o’clock in the morning yet I am still awake. My tears are like melted paint transforming the primary colors into black.

Everything is void and darkened by this irrational consternation and I do not know anymore how to handle this restive live after exhausting all logic and reason to understand the truth about living and existing.

How I wish I could tell everyone my anguish and sorrow, and everyone could see through the abyss of this fragile existence.

I feel now as though I am walking on a rope between ten storey buildings, balancing every step, choosing between walking and falling, and I am terrified to realize that anytime I could fall…"

http://diaryofsilence.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-tears-of-moon.html

It made me think of all my colleagues at the Art University and the times I heard from some of them how nostalgic and empty they feel after exhibiting their works... and so do I. After showing my work in a exhibition, I just could not stop crying...It felt empty, like if there was nothing left after that moment.
I kept myself thinking that it could may be all the efforts that you add to your work when you are trying to express yourself. In this case it`s meant to be a "fair" expression, or if you want, a free giving - receiving process.