23 April 2012
I will the paint around the canvas.
The brush is merely an extension of my arm, no longer a mindless tool.
We are one, and together, we create. We create worlds and fantasies and new universes, and how fantastic it is!
Colour bows before me, bending to my every will.
My brush and I, our colours, we create masterpieces, work I could never even dream of replicating!
And at the end of the day
I step back and look at what I've achieved
And I'll sigh.
I'll sigh and I'll throw my lifeless brush down
And take my work
And destroy it.
Because it just
Isn't
Good enough.
Perfection • Opuss № I