He sits down infront of his easle, a brush in his hand. As he ponders on his dream last night, he dips his brush in the paint on his palet. Then, he lets it hover on the canvas' surface, closes his eyes, took a deep breath as he tries to remember that beautiful face. But beautiful was an understatement, so it makes him feel skeptical if he could ever render it in his canvas perfectly. If he could give justice to such beauty. But then he pushes those thoughts away as he open his eyes. Trusting his hand, his mind and his heart, he begins by a smooth . --- Still not sure if i can make one.. meeeeeh... Maybe on Xmas break. XD