Joys of art

Freshly opened, new and white, lying in from me, a plethora of texture and simple beauty waiting to be cohered with the arid scratching's of dark form from an unforgiving and sharp origin. The scent of freshly shaven wood and rubber filaments fills my nose and with this the journey begins.

Swiftly I begin – dancing backward, to, and fro lightly breathing life into a white void. Smiting any evil plot to destroy my pride and joy, I smudge any misjudgment and send back it into the bad place from where it came. *Sound construction being an absolute necessity for success.* Not long and the plan seems set and preparation leads to new horizons.

Darting from corner to corner searching, scanning my efforts trying to ensure absolute superlative subtle joy to ones senses. Forever!, visiting the same patch, at least a thousand times or more, all in an effort to try and fool the eye of the beholder into awe and wonderment. Yes this project seems to be taking shape, no let me just…

On and on until finally a step back reveals something worthwhile. Tweak here, tweak there…

…smudging, smiting, scratching life into white, forever striving for perfection.

God when will it end!

Oh well I guess an artists job is never done.