Sneak peek of my new book:
THE BLANK CANVAS
I fingered the paper beneath my palms gently to avoid creases.
I placed it carefully on the canvas and picked up my brush, then my pencil, then my brush again.
A rush of panic raced through my veins as I faced the indecision.
Taking in a slow breath, I closed my eyes and immediately had a scene in my head.
A busy street with different cars, buses, and passers-by and road signals.
I let my imagination guide my transition, stroke after stroke, telling a story, defining a moment, capturing beauty.
I felt at ease like the world was perfect, I tuned out the disharmony of my neighbour opal’s violin.
Concentrating only on my breathing and the peaceful air of the familiarity of the strokes of the brush.
Finally! I was done, I smiled at the painting and sipped a bit of wine.
I looked like a mess with stained overalls and some flip-flops, a brush in between my hair.
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