on which life is expressed through
splashes of laughter,
streaks of tears,
sprays of anger,
scribbles of tragedy,
and dabbles of love,
remains strangely white.
the artist's fears of tainting the innocence
and purity of the blank space
prevent the creation of a masterpiece.
and so, result in
nothingness.
while the artist continues to
buy and buy and buy
crisp new brushes and lovely colours
books on technique
and magazines on style
imagining and dreaming,
diligently studying and critiquing
others' masterpieces
but never touching,
never creating their own.
leaving their canvas
empty and untouched
meaningless.
because it takes a courageous person
to begin painting.
and only the bold
can finish their masterpieces.
