♢Like A Poet's Fantasy

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The last threecolours on the rough canvas slowly blended in together to create a beautiful warm shade of art. My grip on the wooden handle on the paintbrush loosened to create the soft look of swift, long lines. I gave a small smile to myself, impressed with the final creation I have made. It may have started like all of the most ugliest things on the face of earth crammed into one, but it ended all perfect. Like in a poet's fantasy. I glided my fingers all over the dry paint, the roughness of the canvas mixed with the soft colours create a solid touch.

But after all this work, I question myself in the small space located in my mind. What should I do next?

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ALTERNATE MEANING ;  heyyyy aries here :D so i have taken a sudden interest in art lately. before this i was like a piece of zu in art. i hated art from the bottom of my very heart. i didn't have that much imagination as my friends but heck who cares i could always try mathematics. /slapped but ive been thinking, why not get to know art a little bit better and maybe, you know, befriend it?

 

-IDEALOGIST

 

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