Keep in mind I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my ish

I re-did this picture of Lauryn Hill performing using Paint.net. The fro, the mic, the energy, and Ms. Hill all came together in a magnificent way. Put some red on it and it's certified FIRE. Art is Life!

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