I made a trip to the basement this evening, checking up on my "stuck" canvas and hoping it might start singing, dancing or SOMETHING to revive itself from its prolonged stated of paralysis. I don't know what to do with it. Its creamy layered speckles, deep blue ridges and multitude of ocean greens is quite intense and undeniably real, BUT it won't finish. Nothing I do completes it. It won't let go of what used to be a blank canvas and it seems that no matter what I throw at it, the swirling mass of being will never grow into anything else.
I will call it "The Beginning" and that will be the end of it.
It is an authentic beginning in so many ways.
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