I swear there is nothing that gives an artist greater joy than a blank canvas. The possibilities are endless for creation to run free and imagination to take over. It may seem insignificant, but it has the greatest potential. That's what makes it so magical; but, it is also what makes it the greatest challenge.
I see the canvas staring back at me, mocking me. If it could speak, I imagine it would say, "Come on, Karyn. Let's see how badly you can mess me up." Ooooh the challenge is right there, in my hand, on the end of a wooden stick with hog bristles and oil paste. I think to myself, "Fine. I'm up for the challenge. Let us just see how badly I can mess you up." And then... it's go time.
From the look of things, I have finally been reunited with my oil paints and brushes. I really had no idea just how much I had missed them until I had gotten them back. I feel so much more--for lack of a better word--complete. The ability for expression now seems endless. And now, my viewers, you will finally be able to see the progression of the oil painting process. Woohoo and here we go!
Karyn, you write beautifully. Good luck doing the same thing on your blank canvas!
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