A Day in the Life

A blank canvas, paint, and a paintbrush are the only tools I use. These tools are laid out before me while I sit on my stool. The view from my balcony contains the New York City skyline. I come out here at night under the dim light coming from my living room. The air is still. I breathe in deeply as I start to wave my brush over the canvas. I take an hour out of each night to paint. I paint anything I see, feel, hear, or imagine. There are endless possibilities. Tonight my inspiration is that skyline. My brush moves back and forth as I watch the skyline. The lights glisten in the distant. I feel perfect in this spot. My mind is at ease and nothing could be more calm. This relieves me of all the stress gathering in my muscles. My body is relaxed for the first time all day. Painting is therapy to me. Minutes pass and I am still engaged. The painting starts to become more clear. My painting echoes the skyline. The brush strokes reveal what I see. The lights in my painting twinkle. I am satisfied. Painting is my life. I am a true artist.