I purchased a blank canvas tonight. I hung it thinking if I saw it on my wall, ideas would flow down upon me. I thought about the colors, I imagined the vision, I listened intently to . . . absolutely nothing.
My first attempt at an actual painting. I've wondered over the years if I have within me, somewhere deep in there, his talent. I had hoped that if he gave me nothing else, he at least had the courtesy of bestowing that trait. After all, I received so many others. Many of which I would gladly give back.
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