I stood facing a blank canvas,Ignoring the lack of general experience I had with art.Stumbling into situations like these had always been my answer filled with unnecessary awkwardness and flaws always feeling the temptations of failure and just straight out giving up.To be absolutely truthful this is where I deserve to be This is what I need to move through my life.The uncertainty and disadvantages of trying new things. I hesitantly pick up the wooden handle of the brush,Awfully cheap material.I swipe it through a dapple of red paint just enough to keep painting without continuous interruptions of collecting more paint on my brush.At least I know that much.I force a swipe along the canvas,taking in a feel for the texture I am painting on.I take a deep breath to add some dramatic act to the event while overall processing the situation.Why am I even painting?Why would I buy a cache of painting equipment when I have no experience?I already know the answer as soon as I thought the question but everything just seems to messy,My thoughts,The way the paint clumps on canvas.Its just all to much
