helplessly lost in the moment,
wondering whether to scrap the whole thing and start over,
the block that ensues,
the kind of creativity that is both powerful and numbing,
is only one that an artist can create,
the artist’s unfinished paintings stare back at him,
taunting and pressing him,
mocking him, making non-verbal snide remarks at him,
recognizing that there is a void in his painting,
the part of the canvas that has been untouched and unexplored, white and innocent,
like a missing piece of a puzzle,
now where do we begin?
Nessa 🖤
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