My Empty Canvas

Normally I love the thought of an empty canvas. It's there, waiting for fulfillment and for the heartbeat that comes from the artist.

But here I am at a point in my life where my last "masterpiece" turned out to be a failure, so I've been given a new canvas (as it were) and for the past few months, I suppose I've let it just sit there. I'm intimidated by the thought of trying to start over, it angers me that I can't figure out how to cover the canvas, I hate the glaring white... but most of all I hate that I'm letting my old mistakes dictate my chance to start afresh.

So here I go, I'm grabbing a brush and every color I can imagine and I'm gonna start over.