Begin

     I unwrap the canvas and place in squarely on the table. The black gessoed surface is new. I usually use white. I begin with a white marker and make tiny stars, randomly, all around. The moon comes next, in a waxing phase. I begin.

     I don't know how it will end, but I have faith that I will not stop until I love it. There is so much hope in the beginning. This creation will be the best one ever. This one will show all that I have to say. There will be moments called "the ugly phase". Those moments will test my faith in art. I may leave the painting in despair. But, I will return to look again. And, I will see a new idea form. My hands will rush to make a change here and there. In the end I will hang the painting on my wall.
   

                                                                  Then I will begin, again.

I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully makes sense.

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