You start with a blank canvas and a rough idea.
An idea so vivid and clear in your head
and yet to take on a physical form.
As you sketch, the idea develops and becomes reality,
slowly evolving into something tangible.
The itching in your fingertips,
the anxiousness and excitement to get started.
The white of the canvas waiting for you,
looking at you as if in question of what it is to become.
When the idea is finally polished into depth, space and perspective
and the idea matches the sketch,
how high aren’t the expectations.
As you prepare the canvas
what you really want is to paint,
the creator in you impatient, eager to get out.
This the most tedious part of painting
but an essential part non the less.
And before you know it, the time for painting is upon you.
The explosive urge to get started,
now replaced with a sense of calm.
All the pieces that needed ironing out,
neatly folded and put away.
All that remains is the joy of creating,
seeing it spring forth as it comes to life before you.
Feeling as if completely shielded from everything,
An absolute calm so at peace with the world
and yet at the same time the anticipation
mixed with intrigue.
A mind so clear on what lies ahead of you,
even thought the path is uncertain.
Painting becomes your own world,
you are in charge, without worries or problems,
just moments to learn and improve from.
Anything is possible and you have all the tools to achieve your goals.
An ethereal calm; first a line then a brush stroke,
an incredible joy simmering under the surface.
As if looking through someone else’s eyes
that patch of blue becomes distant skies.
This spot of brown an eye studying you curiously.
As if woken out of trance, almost seeing for the first time,
the white square is no more.”