An Empty Canvas

A plain white stretch of cloth is a scary prospective. It is intimidating but also inviting. It evokes your brain to share a philosophy, to express a view or emotion. In simple words it gives you a chance to display who you really are, a true picture of your inner self.

Well some might say it is all of the above but others might just claim it as a scary prospect. A jumble of ideas in your brain, impossible to portray. A way to completely make yourself vulnerable by displaying your true self. In simple words a disaster in the making for someone to make fun of you and then step all over you.

And then some would just say, it is neither. It is just that the brain decided to go on a vacation or chooses not to think and hence blame it on the lack of ideas. Blame it on the electrons that are not floating around. Or blame it on the left brain triumphing over the right one squashing all the creativity, making the ideas all about not so pretty blocks.

I think I fall in the last category. I am just so analytical and logical that the empty canvas makes me want to draw a grid. Most would think that is so unimaginative but no, it is not. Grids and blocks are really good form of art called cubism. It is not like my empty canvas is going to have any of the Picasso magic but eventually it might just end up being a pretty logical, thought out geometric design. No matter what I am sure my empty canvas is still going to be wall worthy.