Space.
Empty space.
Ideas abound.
The first line drawn across; the next one, down.
Crissing and crossing, sketching away.
Filling the space in any old way.
Reach for the paintbrush.
And then for the paints.
Add dabs and strokes; there will be no mistakes.
Colours blend and merge and drip.
Run down the canvas to the easel’s lip.
Splatter the colour, spread the paint.
Lose yourself as you create.
Feel good as you see your painting take shape.
It may be abstract, but that’s OK.
You’ve created something from nothing.
Something unique that didn’t exist.
With merely a blank canvas,
Some paints, a brush,
And a few flicks of your wrist!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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