The Artist....
Paint runs down the edge of the white canvas, dripping to the legs of the wooden easel, paint brushes just waiting to be held. I take my favorite brush and gently glide it into the pallet of dark colored paint. I stare absently at the unpainted canvas, lost in the vivid ideas in my mind. Slowly but steady I take the brush and sweep it vertically down the center, up and down, up and down. The black charcoal colored paint covered the naked canvas and the beauty it once had. Now it’s all dark and colored black, all dark and mysterious. I take the every tip of my brush and dip it’s tip in silver paint, carefully I lift it up, pull the tip back and the silver paint splatters onto the canvas. It’s splattered shapes run down, leaving only a little streak of thin silver. As I take a few steps back and look at my masterpiece I notice something, this painting is extraordinary. I search deep in my  mind for new ideas for detail. Nothing but darkness appears. Taking all of my paint tins out of the paint shelves I open them one by one lining them up. Using all the brushes I can,  I splatter each one on the canvas. All the colors coming together creating a new elegant color, the blend of all the spontaneous vibrate colors turning into one looks so united and complete. I take one more step back and realize this painting has something I don’t have….the color of happiness.