No intro for this one.
The presence of everything, the presence of nothing. Blankness. Silence. Absence. Nothingness. This single blank canvas is in itself making a statement. Why does it remain blank? Why does it remain empty? There's nothing in this blank canvas in front of me right now but as I stare at it more I begin to think that even if it remains having nothing its trying to tell me something.
The more I stare at, the more I am taken in. Taken deeper into a world of nothingness, a place where nothing is possible but at the same time anything is possible. This canvas takes me to the world of uncertainty.
My hand starts to tremble as I held my brush. Is it from excitement of finally being able to put something into this nothingness and finally see something? Or is it because I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to accept what I'll be able to see once I've placed something into this nothingness? Is this trembling caused by my excitement or my fear of the future this blank canvas has?
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