It was just like this. Alone, empty and no ideas. My canvas was shaking, feeling apprehensive and probably startled at this person who was going to splatter it with paint and raw emotion. None the less, it was as adventurous as I was and probably more gifted when it came to touching a brush and using paint against itself.

I was amazed at that thing I created first. I stuck a silhouette of a naked tree that had come with my Christmas gift box filled with a few paints, a canvas and a few oddities like a naked tree. I admit it looked cool but BARE to the bone and I knew it could have taken on a life of its own. But how was I supposed to do that. I ripped the fake tree up into oblivious smithereens and stood once again, staring at a blank canvas.

Before long I had created a great piece of artwork and I was so excited I sent a photocopy of it to my Art Instructor. So happens it was an appropriate class I was just beginning to fully comprehend that was going to change my like. It did! He was blow away! So was I and my story began to unfold somewhere deep into my conscious mind.

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That was my first creation. I got an A in class and I thought it was perfect until I saw this little section that didn't seem perfect so I changed it.

FIRST MISTAKE. Never ever change perfection because this happens...

I took a perfectly good painting and SCREWED IT UP!

I didn't like it and WHO WOULD? The beautiful bird of paradise was Gone! Kaput! There was no saving my tree either.

One more try for salvation:

Well this I liked. Actually I loved it but of course I saw that one spot..... AGAIN.

I know! I know!

Just don't ask me how my bird of paradise turned into my impression of a moon. It still hurts and I'm in recovery.

Joy