I have reached a stage where I feel strongly that one’s life in its entirety is just started off like an empty canvas, your parents doodle a little on it when you’re young but soon you gain control of that paint brush and continue painting till you’re pretty much done. With that same paint brush, you could paint on the canvas of others and others could likewise leave a mark on yours.
While some paintings are vibrant and others maybe a bit dark, I believe only a handful are celebrated while most are forgotten, and it’s good to note that some very old paintings are continued to be painted by others today.
I delved a little deeper into my own painting today to scrutinise how each stroke was delivered and how callous I had been. While it was my purest intention to make the painting beautiful through my eyes, I reflected deeply and thought I delivered and exposed my most nasty side on this canvas. For that, I’m thoroughly ashamed of this blemish on my canvas.
I guess my only consolation is that I still have control over my paint brush, I still have some time to make remedies on my canvas, and thank goodness I have a very small canvas.
While some paintings are vibrant and others maybe a bit dark, I believe only a handful are celebrated while most are forgotten, and it’s good to note that some very old paintings are continued to be painted by others today.
I delved a little deeper into my own painting today to scrutinise how each stroke was delivered and how callous I had been. While it was my purest intention to make the painting beautiful through my eyes, I reflected deeply and thought I delivered and exposed my most nasty side on this canvas. For that, I’m thoroughly ashamed of this blemish on my canvas.
I guess my only consolation is that I still have control over my paint brush, I still have some time to make remedies on my canvas, and thank goodness I have a very small canvas.