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By IRANSHAH on 08.07.2011
I saw it hung on the wall. I tried to comprehend what was depicted through its colors, but couldn’t. What was this canvas trying to tell me? I retreated backwards and finally saw the big picture. One big eye. Allah.
By FaridaEzzat on 08.07.2011
With canvas my ideas, my emotions, my blood, sweat and tears can be splattered on there without any worry about how messy it will end up or where it is placed. Canvas is like a universe waiting to be explored.
By Julian URL on 08.07.2011
I am not a painter, but I see my life as a canvas ~ something to be lived as if it were A PIECE OF ART IN THE MAKING.
By Mary Lou Wynegar on 08.07.2011
i get reedy to take the canvas and paint the picture of my dreams. its going to be big and tall. i got this canvas for my birthday. it also came with pencils and paints. the picture was going to be beautiful.
By klark on 08.07.2011
There’s an empty canvas lying on the floor waiting to be filled with colours of life colours in our minds and colours of our hearts. An empty canvas reflecting a life unfulfilled a life stopped before its purpose unfolded a life that needs meaning.
By siziwe URL on 08.07.2011
Blank writing blank blank blank goes the cursor in front blank blank blank who was it wrote that we’re all a blank slate, sort of neutral beings who can become anything? Rousseau? In any case, It seems to be a beautiful way beginning a life like a canvas that hasn’t been painted on yet.
By Jenna Smith URL on 08.07.2011
“The canvas is empy,” said the employer, “yes but isn’t it beautiful” said the young artist as he tilts his head, “Nothing is ever REALLY empty.”
By Rena on 08.07.2011
a canvas is a blank page which will soon be filled with anyone’s-artistic or not-ideas. They flow onto the page like the words flow out of my mind and onto this page. Canvas’ are everywhere you look- on brick walls, in schools, studios- and you can be inspired.
By Asi on 08.07.2011
The canvas stared back at me, seeming to taunt me with the fact that it was still blank. T couldn’t think of anything to paint, which surprised me. Normally i was an astounding artist (or at least that’s what my friends told me) but it was like today i’d lost my edge.
By Brittany on 08.07.2011
… a blank canvas on which to create a world with color, or with words. The artist paints with the tools he has, rendering reality in a new light. Perspective is subjective, ever-changing, but true.
By jspeed29 URL on 08.07.2011
His mind was like a canvas, blank and ready for my hands. All it would take would be the right stroke of my mental brushes, and the poor bastard would be under my control. His powers would add phenomenal strength to the mission ahead.
By Raymond Masters URL on 08.07.2011
Oh well that’s just not anything!
It’s a blank canvas!
that’s not art! and don’t start up with that bullshit about ‘it’s whatever you want it to be.
Because it’s pretentious, lazy-art-bullshit!
What do you see?
Sigh. A fortune.
By Fuzz on 08.07.2011
Imagine your givin one blank canvas to put down all your thoughts…what would you write. Your dreams and secrets or the words to your favorite song? I’d place my hand in my favorite colour paint and plop it on the canvas. That way it couldn’t possibly be alike to anyone elses
By D.D on 08.07.2011
The canvas laid on the bed. The artist was staring at it, wondering what he could paint on it. He began throwing paint on it but immediately scratched it out. He threw paint on it once more and again, scratched it out. He had done this several times before there were many colors and many scratches. Finally, he was pleased with his work.
By Socks on 08.07.2011
She raised a fist, clenched so hard that the knuckles had turned even whiter than her cream-colored skin, and punched it through the canvas. The damage left behind was satisfyingly painful for her, and the hole, satisfyingly un-fixable.
By Anonymous on 08.07.2011
“White. A blank page or canvas… So many possibilities.”
If I became an artist, it’d be such a mess. Large canvases all over the place… The problem with creating art is figuring out where to store it. What to do with it when it’s done. I couldn’t just paint over it. I created it! I’d want to save everything.
By Noisy Quiet URL on 08.07.2011
Art. Beauty. These are the things that are spilled out to a canvas for the world to see, but what the artist sees is always different. An artist sees love, hate, fear and regrets all over the canvas. They feel every stroke of paint across the canvas.
By L on 08.07.2011
my life is like a blank canvas and i intend to fill it with the brightest of colors throughout my life. i feel like everything that i accomplish with burst with many colors and i will shine brighter then ever. Life is bright and full of surprises.
By Magda B on 08.07.2011
When ever I think of a canvas, I see white. Nothing. Naked. Emptiness. Alone.
You and that canvas. It is your duty to make it something magical. Your job,
pick something up, and let the magic begin.
By Tayler on 08.07.2011
the blank canvas loomed before me. i approached it with trembling fingertips. my toes got there first, quivering in the wake of its enormity. the light bounced off its face and into mine, blinding me with the space before me. such expanse! how would i ever begin?
By oliver danni on 08.07.2011
The canvas hung on the wall like some demented dream, its scene depicting what he wanted to forget most. Had it really been 7 years? More like 7 seconds. The pain hit him as deeply now as it always had, his blunt wound chronically aching him away, away. He imagined closing it as one does a book after finishing it, forever sealing it off from his life.
By Liz Wood URL on 08.07.2011
With her mind nearly about to open wide, she took a moment to focus. What did she want to bring to the blank canvas in front of her? Curiosity. Friendliness. Alright – Begin!
By Valerahaha URL on 08.07.2011
The canvas stands before me blank. How will I paint it? What colors will I put on it? I dip my brush. I let it guide me. At this point I know that I will be creative in the world that is before me as my life is.
By JennK URL on 08.07.2011
the pallette of pleasing pleasure. Blank in its beauty, begging for a companion to play with. Asking so quietly you may think its your own idea.
By Mr.584903 URL on 08.07.2011
a large blue canvas floating in the dreamy midnight sky and next to you your bet friend along wiht you for the adventure of a life time exploring the unknow and have an amazing time with laughter and sadness all you ave todo is paint your own canvas
By Charlie soule on 08.07.2011
My life is a canvas, marked in paint by the people who shape me. Unaware artists, not knowing that it is they who shape what I am. They splash colors over me, blotches and squiggles that would make sense to no one but those who took a step back and were willing to take in all of me. I will not make sense to most but I will also be more valuable to those who step back and grasp me then Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.
By Allison on 08.07.2011
I canvas the neighborhood with the gruesome crime scene still fresh in mind, keeping an eye out for everyone and anyone. I thought I knew the people in this town but now I know a killer is among us…
By PunkyG on 08.07.2011
He laid down on her floor, his hands clasped over his stomach, eyes expectant.
She raised an eyebrow. When they made eye contact, he winked at her, then looked pointedly at the rows of acrylic paint on the top shelf.
“Might as well make the most of university, eh?”
By Annie P URL on 08.07.2011
Unable to keep anything in her life plain, she took the canvas of the tent for its artistic purpose. Staring upwards, the two gazed at the sky: not the natural light of the stars from above, but her elaborately painted conception of them, shining down in quite a different way.
By Roma URL on 08.07.2011
a lovely place to express yourself and love everything and live your life however youw ant no judgments just writing and drawing and life and siokhdfgkjsxvbcxmbmxnhdf a white space kinda empty till you put whatever the fuck you want on it
By nicola flint on 08.07.2011
blank stretch, starting fresh. The beginning process, clear of expression. what is it you wish to convey? The world is yours, quivering beneath your fingertips.
By Kaitlyn Stephens on 08.07.2011
beautiful paintings illuminating blank space that is pure and viginal and perfectly ripe for the world to impose itself upon it. Rough fabric waiting to be tamed by acceptable art or by punk instincts.
By Naomi on 08.07.2011
“Danny,” A voice whispered from the adjacent room,
I looked at the empty canvas, it was taunting me. It was white, pure – so proud of itself… But it was also empty, void of content. Taunting. I hated that canvas…
By Arthur on 08.07.2011
A THING WHERE YOU DRAW PICTURES AND GET TO DESPLAY YOUR CREATIVE JUICES FOR ALL TO SEE! OR JUST FOR YOURSELF IF YOU WANT THAT. A PLACE WHERE ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE AND THE WORLD IS READY FOR YOU TO CREATE! A FREEING PLACE. JUST WAITING TO BE EXPLORED…
By LAURAi on 08.07.2011
There is a page inside me. Ever drawn on and ever clean. One moment flickers, recording itself as Monet once did with vibrant oils and colors. And the next moment shifts into the place of the previous, creating itself upon the layers of the old, now years thick. Covered, much like the fabled Battle of Anghiari, these layers live with clues to the old underneath it, giving way to memory and hidden emotions. Hidden from myself. Hidden from the world. Each stroke of my mind’s eye across the surface leaves the paint just where it needs be. And so with the fervor of intuition, this moment is finished. Another failing masterpiece.
By Jason URL on 08.07.2011
I see a canvas, I want to paint. Drag a rugged brush over the thick board. Watch the colors unravel like words on a page. Oh what a sight to see.
By Lehcar Enrobso URL on 08.07.2011
Art is created through canvas much like life is created through thought. Our mind our canvas, our life our art.
By keli on 08.07.2011
needs to have something
done to it
so it can become
waiting to be filled
which is better left untouched
By Ellie URL on 08.07.2011
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.