Canvas

Paint by paint, every shade known to history, shapes made by one's hands, big or small.

Every person owns a canvas maybe multiple even.

Don't feel bad if you feel like your world is small or colorless.

All of us each own paint either too murky or too watery maybe if we mix it just right it will come out perfect.

Each and every technique is unique by the artist's hands. Lines are thick and thin, long and cut short. Colors are splotchy and smooth. Backgrounds plain and patterned.

Details there for reasons unknown to man except the artist who birthed such artwork.

No art is a failure just sketches for the grand finale of humanity's masterpiece.

You and me both have our preferred slate either starting clean or starting from old works.

Many tools are invented to produce artworks on a canvas such as brushes, pencils, paints, markers, tapes and so much more.

Each and every canvas is made from different materials to suit its user from linen, cotton, synthetic to blends.

The canvas of life isn't limited to one artwork that each and every person has to follow which is why there are many genres of art.

Art styles have different ways to create artworks from each other such as how impressionism follows soft quick brush strokes while surrealism is more dreamlike.

Due to the fact there are so many ways to finish a canvas that we can't list all of them how can anyone say that there are rules in illustrating our own lives.

We are the ones who hold the hands for our canvas so why should they force said hands to follow their dictatorship when we were born free.

Why should we let emotionless programs and cold-hearted dictators take over our art when our hands were the very beginning of the history of art.

Why should we let our potential be stricken with limitations such as availability and talent when the very first artists etched their life in stone as life's canvas. When people with disabilities don't make excuses to not use their will to paint their souls.

No matter the excuses at the end of the day can we really call a filled canvas our life if it was not our passion and soul who filled it but the cold systematic surroundings.

Many choose to use music sheets, movie tapes, and their own body as their life's canvas.

Who cares about their criticisms their vained ways to belittle us. We are free to control the flow of our own process of life, how our canvas turns out is up to us. Do not let them ruin your work for their satisfaction.

Each and every canvas looks, sounds, is shaped, is sized, plays different so why should we disregard what our soul wants to make for how their blinded eyes views us.

Why should we listen to their arguments on how our soul should look just because they let theirs get twisted, stained and shredded.

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