Fluidity

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   A Blank canvas have more to look forward to. It envisions several collages. You never know where it will end up in life. With the stroke of a paint brush, few shades of your finest colors it's called a masterpiece. Now look deeper, tell me what you see. From head to toe you see different blends because one color doesn't define what exactly is created. Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. We all have that eye for art. It's not what the artist creates but what you see. Do you see pain, hurt? deceit, or in this case a caged bird. This canvas was carved for the world to see not to be captured and held in tight capacity. You get a few glances before you realize it was only supposed to be in your life for a few seconds. But don't fret cause see this canvas was made for one's self. To be loved by no other by not only the creator, but what she was given. She Is reborn, she meaning you. Covered in nothing but what you were given. Never let the eyes of many make you feel belittled. This is your journey to be dripped in colors that define the things many are not able to understand. Try as many oils you like. What's life without a little color? I'll tell you, It's a blank canvas.


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