I lack a paintbrush. A paintbrush to recreate the images of my mind onto this blank canvas. This canvas which serves as my medium to the world. However, is it the paintbrush that’s missing, or is my skill just not to expectations? Am I just an artist who can’t translate their feelings onto something so simple? An artist who can no longer express himself through his art? Ah, but this begs me to ask: Was I ever truly able to do such things? Was I so disillusioned with my writing that I forgot to step closer and have a real look? A look into the world that has given me a new breath of fresh air.
My search for answers continues.
