Thursday 15 August 2019
Painting
The second I entered the room, vibrate colours filled my eyes. I walked up, and sat on a chair oppisite a clear, white cavas. I wandered what to draw, to design a portrait of someone, or to simply represent a building or thing. On my left was a six packet paint rack, with such a think paint consistency, and bright colours. As I gently picked up my brush, and dipped it deep into a bright maroon. I smoothly drifted the brush across the canvas, and painted freely. Without a clue or doubt, I continued randomly painting, visualizing, on what my odd painting would become.
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