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Continúa, Has publicado sep 05, 2016
pal•ette
/ˈpalət/
a thin board or slab on which an artist lays and mixes colors; the range of colors used in a particular picture

I look at my palette, covered with so many shades of colors. The textures of where my brush has run through, earnestly trying to obtain the paint from the surface. The bumps from splotches of paint that dried; that never got used. The small and large traces of mixtures, of attempts to mix the perfect color. The attempts to successfully transfer the image in my head onto the canvas. The possibility of perfection hanging over my head.

My name is Liana (lee-ah-nah) and I paint. My palette? Yeah, it's filled with many stains; many harsh strokes and horrific shades. And the resulted canvas? You don't wanna see.
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