Blank Canvas

When a canvas is blank you can think of this things  it will become . You sketch plan even dream until you make it happen. Then like Pollock you get insane with color where did the concept go.  No pencil lines you are almost euphoric just splashing the paint on the canvas. When you emerge from this zone you have been in .You look upon the canvas is seems that you created something that you have no idea where it came from. It looks alien too you in some way you cant even comprehend it . You sketched for days you planned you wasted supplies.  Though now in a way you own its part of you this messy canvas of color blobs of pant with no direction , rhyme or reason. In that moment you sob in angry frustration that you strayed. You look upon the canvas why didn't follow the plan while you sit there upset sobbing over this painting you didn't plan. You dismiss the beauty that is screaming at you from the canvas. The beauty is there because it came from your soul. You put it away so you aren't reminded of it though its still there . The you decide one day to look at it in the light just one more time. In the mess you saw beauty in a moment you just let go and released your self . This time you cried tears of joy for you knew that it was the most real moment in your life.