Her magic wand was a brush, her spell the canvas.
Colors, colors possessed her mind. They were her world, everywhere. Warm light passing through the window, shining on the blank white stretch of material waiting for life to be breathed into it. She dreamed about these every night. And things waiting to be made beautiful.
And so, in that tiny loft with blank canvas and crooked abstract portraits on the walls, she made music. Not with instruments, but with art.
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On the Edge of Life
Storie d'amoreAn actress, an artist, a photographer and a neerdowell discover they are four pieces of a perfect puzzle.
