Colors. Shades of browns and oranges. Globs of black and white in start contrast sitting together on my palate. I have a brush in my hand, hovering over the vast array of colors to choose from. Where to begin? What to paint? Do I spend prep time thinking of what to paint or do I just go for it? Just put oil on canvas and let the picture emerge? So many decisions that are all up to me. The freedom I feel in this moment is unlike any other experience in the world. Pure creation is at my fingertips.
The white canvas in front of me teases my imagination. So many different options to choose from. So many different paths to take. The beauty here is that one object is so many different things to different people. A cup is only a cup if you want it to be. A cup is only a cup if you have no imagination. A cup is a vessel for liquids, solids, ideas, emotions. A cup can be broken down into simple shapes: rectangle, circle, square, trapezoid, they're all there if you're willing to see them. It only takes a little imagination.
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