Day 01

ahh.. the sweet smell of paint.
the grips of the brushes.
the smooth strokes onto the well-primed canvas.

i started off early. 4am.
slept at 8am. woke up at 2pm. continued.

the first day are the hardest.
you are blank with no idea to paint.
your strokes are doubtful.

the survival of the first day,
is also the happiest.
a confirmation to yrself that you
are still able to do it.

how could anyone not paint?
in the last few hours i felt relief.
a sense of "letting go".
i recall the meditation-like-feeling
when you paint.

and with deeper concentration,
you could actually time travel.

6pm. time to post.

-chinyew