Blank Canvas

Thoughts racing through my mind as swifts as a breeze dancing through a field of lilies as the sun highlights the stage. I’m frozen in amazement watching the uninformed dance of flowers as is draws me closer to my scape. I close my eyes to feel the breeze run across my faces as the melody elevates the path to endless peace within every stroke of my canvas.

Painting is a unique outlet for me I love to draw but I not a very good at the drawing part. Although I am not the best drawer, the process of looking for the correct images to help build my way to the correct reflection on my blank canvas, it is like treasure hunt. Hunt of searching and attempting to locate emotions, stress, and feelings at times like endless search. Until I grab my earphones and allow the music to help define the correct images.

Cutting with scissors or a blade to help cut a mode or stencil to help me trace my images on my starving canvas feels as if my path to creativity has begun. Erasing and starting over again seem to be a journey travel for me many times before. So with trimming, sketching and learning from my mistakes I can better prepare to paint my masterpiece.

Standing before this smudge canvass with streaks of black lead and pink traces left from attempting to erases to create lines of perfections, in a life of uncertainties seem perfect for the start of everyone story and blank canvas. I’ve tried many different ways to create perfection on this canvas of life. So every smeared line shows my desire succeed. I grab my brush as I push play to get lost in endless sounds of comfort with every stroke. I trace with every stroke trying to define all the lost lines that seem to disappear under wight of my brush. I compose color palette bright and brilliant as the unknow artis defines her hidden talents. Short, long strokes helps define the texture of the my canvass. Bass begins to take over as the color fall from my brush to my canvas. Every thought that was stuck seem free with every swipe of my brush. I lose myself I feel as if I have nothing worrying me or waiting for me to find a solution. Highlighting every dark smug or overzealous moment within the swipe of my brush seems to blend all perfectly.

The outline of this undefined collections of paints may seem like a mess to many but, it’s original of my masterpiece. My attempt to accomplished perfect images from my blurred sketch is my map of my journey I’m still traveling. All the time put into placing the cut-out images to help build the perfect canvass, are the various random thoughts needing to escape. I use the creativity of the creating a perfect canvass through various attempts of different images helps me find a happy place and mental peace. I choose to find the beauty of colors and music to help elevate my thoughts and ground myself.

Seeing , hearing so much pain every day can seem very defeating. Always knowing that their will be issues to address can be overwhelming for anyone. Paining and the process of preparation is great selfcare and great motivation knowing that even the largest situation no matter how many times I must start over to complete my task. I learn more with every stroke of my brush better ways to not to make the same mistake again. Even though I may have not been successful with staying within the lines. I was still able to create a masterpiece through persistence and hard work. My flawed painting is perfect through mistakes and all blurred lines.