So I come home to a room filled with my old canvases...
this morning I begin to explore
I let my fingertips run over the brushstrokes
and I realize how much I miss art--
I was pretty good at it,
but had so much to learn.
I needed a break.
Maybe I'll go back?
I've got all next year...
and then, beyond?
hmm.
this morning I begin to explore
I let my fingertips run over the brushstrokes
and I realize how much I miss art--
I was pretty good at it,
but had so much to learn.
I needed a break.
Maybe I'll go back?
I've got all next year...
and then, beyond?
hmm.