I want to paint a simple thing,a simple tree or perhaps a simple flower..but my hand doesnt oblige and that makes me wonder.Maybe it wants something special,something wonderful...But all i can see is a sketch of a man,the fine features,truly a genius stroke of a hand.I chose the color gray but my hand persisted anyway,it picked the neon green and i felt despair...I never wanted to complicate the canvass so i tore it into halves.But like a flick of a finger,my hand pick it up atlast.My hand which i didn't dare to trust,did a perfect job a marvelous task i laughed out loud when in it i recognized...the man in the canvass is you!! I'm surprised.