A Black Canvas

The other day was rough for me. I was hallucinating for several hours. I finally asked my partner to come home from work. I don’t do that unless it’s a really bad day.

He came into the garage, my “studio”, to see what I was doing. He watched me apply paint to an ugly green and red mess on my canvas.

“I really hate this” I said

“Are you OK?” he asked, concerned.

“No. Not really.”

I kept applying paint until all of the green and red were covered. I began to feel much better. That ugly thing was out of my life. Now I have a new canvas to paint on.

It’s not that I hate green and red. They just clashed on the canvas. I prefer blues and purples. Much more relaxing colors. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I made the original painting. Was it a reflection of my inner turmoil?

Pure black is something I can work with. It isn’t much different from pure white, in the sense that they are both blank slates.


What do you think?


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