CanvasA Poem by Christina Nichole
Mainly how I see myself as an artist.
As that brush stroke first hits that canvas it is the end of one's creative freedom.
All is a possibility when an empty slate's in front of you, ready to accept its final colors.
The power behind that one brush stroke, however, is the beginning of the end.
Once that brush touches the canvas you either go through with your choice,
Or you change rapidly the idea of what will come from that single stroke.
© 2012 Christina Nichole
About**Sorry I haven't been able to post much lately. School has really taken a toll on me. I am going to try to start writing more in a bit once it calms down a bit.** I'm a simple country girl who may.. more..