Canvas. A blank cloth waiting to be filled up with color and the artist’s expressions and feelings. I am working on a painting of my family right now. It’s abstract though so the faces don’t exactly look real.
Blank canvas – why is it always such a fucking daunting task! I envy the courage or lack thereof of making a mark. A fear of failure perhaps or a fear of being exposed to some nobody who I don’t really gives a shit about.
the blank canvas is what every artists dreams about.
Finding the one perfect blank canvas to show the world what you are dreaming about.
Being at your most creativity, without being hindered by walls
It starts out clean and untainted. As life goes on, you get touches of life’s many colours, patches of experience, splotches of mistakes. Every choice you make is like a stroke of the brush of life. Hopefully, at the end, I’ll be able to look back and think, “Wow. Now that’s art!”
It was late afternoon when Nana was finish tearing all her treasured canvas. The canvas filled with all her creativity and life. She was dead depressed and couldn’t think of any other way to satisfy herself. She probably would regret but as of now, she didn’t give a damn.
As that face glared from its canvas the blood shot eyes stared me down to my depths of mind. Stabbing me in the eyes with a glare so painful falling dead seemed like the easy option. Pearl white skin clear and clean, perfection at its greatness.
A blank canvas. That is what I tell my students when they are performing. Muffle all the sound so you start from a blank canvas. Then build the picture in sound. Build motif upon motif, instill the music with all the emotion the style will permit. Create the picture.
I wanna splash mjy love on the canvas. by that i mean i really want to have sex on the canvas..i want it so intensley that i am having difficulty gaining enough focus to type with this thoughts dripping out of my head which head…i wish i didnt know.
Life is a huge canvas. Paint it the way you want things to be. Do not regret later that you did not get colors of your choice. This canvas is going to be your own, designed and painted by you.
Her dreams painted a canvas of her life. Some fluid and sweet, some hard and rocky. And then there were the nightmares. The dark, dreary, inescapable terror that huanted her night, and day. Those were the true picture of her life. The canvas on which she painted her world.
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A blank canvas may be the most beautiful thing of all. This is when there is opportunity. A lovely piece of blank slate with which to fill your thoughts and your hopes and your dreams.
One thing that make anything possible- a blank canvas, something where beauty and wonder can be born, or something that is so shadowing and mysterious that no one really understands it, a place where someone can tell the world once and for all, who they are really, what are their dreams, desires, passions, what are they really, paint and pencil strokes are irrelevant, a blank canvas is one chance show everyone that you are worth something, it means something different to everyone, but a blank canvas is a new start, so go find your blank canvas today.
The blank canvas stood at the far corner of the room glaring at me with sheer hatred; for so long have I left it colorless… empty.
I stared back with penetrating eyes, as though waiting for the picture to paint itself upon the canvas.
So many times I’ve wondered of the many ways I could paint my picture, the delicate colors I could use, but never have I ran my paint brush across the canvas. I feared so much that I would spoil it, and ruin its fluent structure.
But I’ve already wasted a lot of time worrying about mistakes; I’d rather paint my canvas with the worst of the colors than leave it blank.
I drew in a deep breath as I started painting my master piece.
Canvas: A beautiful word, that implies not only elegance, but creativity. A canvas is not only for art, but for much more. In a way, everything is a canvas. I don’t mean to be poetic, but a life, in a way, is a canvas, and as you go along, you paint your entire life
The painting on the canvas reminded me of a picture that I saw when I first entered secondary school. It had so an immense attraction on my life that it took a while before I could settle down and get any of my school work done.
what the hell , this is blank, like a canvas see what i did there? no not really. why should artists use canvas when they can do anything anywhere
art shouldnt be confined to a canvas ? thats like confining water to a pool
a blind canvas this is, it’s waiting to be given the gift of sight and I’m willing to help! See and you will be seen, dear canvas, If you see what it is that you can give to the world you will never be feeling so empty ever again.
He streaked her blood across the canvas and sighed as it was absorbed and the outline of her silhouette thickened. She writhed beside him, struggling as he cut another slash into her arm and continued to paint out tiny pictures of his favorite memories with her in the outline. She used to be his favorite artwork. Now she was just another pathetic copy of everyone else’s idea of art.
But he was here to change that, he thought as he flicked his brush in quick movements. He stepped back to admire the picture and ignored her muffled screams. He loved how her blood didn’t turn brown like everyone else’s.
Her eyes closed and he kissed the top of her head. He had done her a favor really. She had died the art she was when he met her, and that beauty was perfectly preserved on his canvas.
OH! Yay canvas is cool. I like painting but the only think that irritates me about canvases is the stiching pattern or whatever it is sometimes creates little white spots which sucks.
Canvas…the place to create. The place where you start of with a clean surface and create whatever you want. It can be anything and everything. Take the moment to create.
I ran my brush across the blank canvas in front of me, painting it. My face softened as i watched the canvas come back to life, i stood back and beheld what I’ve created. The canvas which had been once blank was now dancing with the bright colors. My eyes flickered between the different colors and I drew in a deep breath as i appreciated each.
Vast cans lined up on the top of red brick wall. Little chunks of cement spilling out of the edges of the bricks, like thick brushes of an artist’s strokes. One little pebble, one shot. Can you make it? The possibilities…
As he stared at the blank canvass, he wondered where he had taken a wrong turn, where his life had lost all inspiration. he wondered why this had ended up being the reality he was in, why the world wasn’t anything like the world that he wass promised so many years ago. he thought of her and the promises she made and how easily she had broken them
A canvas a thick piece of paper (I think, covered with fabric that you can paint on. I think they look really cool on walls to give the room more shape and to emphasise the picture on the canvas.
it was a little army surplus bivouac and we learned by trial and error to put it up like soldiers, hammer in the pegs and set the guy ropes. Light bored in through the holes of wear and war in the fabric, it smelled of mustiness and petrol, kept out the rain and showed me the born survivor I am
sometimes your vision is blurred. with the colors strewn across. splattered with memories of blue and yellow and orange. Brilliant strokes, amazing movements. all in one moment.
Is one of my most favourite things in the world. A blank canvas. White. Untainted. Splash it with colours. Scratch it with inks, with charcoal, with acrylics. Draw.
art. paint. blank. creative space boring has potential to become something great. we are all canvases. that’s why we get tattoos :) we are art in its finest form. we are open to new ideas new mediums.
A canvas starts out as a plain object but ends as a look into the artist’s soul. No canvas ends the same; Just as no life ends the same. Our life is like a big canvas, and we are the artists. Make your canvas worth looking back and remembering.
Canvas. A blank cloth waiting to be filled up with color and the artist’s expressions and feelings. I am working on a painting of my family right now. It’s abstract though so the faces don’t exactly look real.
Blank canvas – why is it always such a fucking daunting task! I envy the courage or lack thereof of making a mark. A fear of failure perhaps or a fear of being exposed to some nobody who I don’t really gives a shit about.
Her canvas shoes stand in his hallway. The one thing he forgot to hide. He stares at them, frozen, like he’s seen a rat.
the blank canvas is what every artists dreams about.
Finding the one perfect blank canvas to show the world what you are dreaming about.
Being at your most creativity, without being hindered by walls
Life is like one big canvas.
It starts out clean and untainted. As life goes on, you get touches of life’s many colours, patches of experience, splotches of mistakes. Every choice you make is like a stroke of the brush of life. Hopefully, at the end, I’ll be able to look back and think, “Wow. Now that’s art!”
Not, “Damn, I suck at painting…”
Its a strong,heavy cloth that is used for making things such as bags,tents,sails…
It was late afternoon when Nana was finish tearing all her treasured canvas. The canvas filled with all her creativity and life. She was dead depressed and couldn’t think of any other way to satisfy herself. She probably would regret but as of now, she didn’t give a damn.
As that face glared from its canvas the blood shot eyes stared me down to my depths of mind. Stabbing me in the eyes with a glare so painful falling dead seemed like the easy option. Pearl white skin clear and clean, perfection at its greatness.
A blank canvas. That is what I tell my students when they are performing. Muffle all the sound so you start from a blank canvas. Then build the picture in sound. Build motif upon motif, instill the music with all the emotion the style will permit. Create the picture.
I wanna splash mjy love on the canvas. by that i mean i really want to have sex on the canvas..i want it so intensley that i am having difficulty gaining enough focus to type with this thoughts dripping out of my head which head…i wish i didnt know.
Life is a huge canvas. Paint it the way you want things to be. Do not regret later that you did not get colors of your choice. This canvas is going to be your own, designed and painted by you.
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Brightly painted canvas
Yet empty and waiting;
Her dreams painted a canvas of her life. Some fluid and sweet, some hard and rocky. And then there were the nightmares. The dark, dreary, inescapable terror that huanted her night, and day. Those were the true picture of her life. The canvas on which she painted her world.
A sheet of paper awesome and cool trololoololol I HAVE PANCAKES LOLLOLLOLO SCREW YOU LINDSY LOHAN GFOODFORNOTHINGMUGGLE MUGGLES ALL OVER WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEwwweweweweeeeeeeewewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Draw me a bird, a lamp, and a thunderbolt, if you can manage it. Give me flight, and light, and an unmistakeable voice.
A blank canvas may be the most beautiful thing of all. This is when there is opportunity. A lovely piece of blank slate with which to fill your thoughts and your hopes and your dreams.
One thing that make anything possible- a blank canvas, something where beauty and wonder can be born, or something that is so shadowing and mysterious that no one really understands it, a place where someone can tell the world once and for all, who they are really, what are their dreams, desires, passions, what are they really, paint and pencil strokes are irrelevant, a blank canvas is one chance show everyone that you are worth something, it means something different to everyone, but a blank canvas is a new start, so go find your blank canvas today.
The blank canvas stood at the far corner of the room glaring at me with sheer hatred; for so long have I left it colorless… empty.
I stared back with penetrating eyes, as though waiting for the picture to paint itself upon the canvas.
So many times I’ve wondered of the many ways I could paint my picture, the delicate colors I could use, but never have I ran my paint brush across the canvas. I feared so much that I would spoil it, and ruin its fluent structure.
But I’ve already wasted a lot of time worrying about mistakes; I’d rather paint my canvas with the worst of the colors than leave it blank.
I drew in a deep breath as I started painting my master piece.
canvas is very canvassy. they use it for painting on and for sails on boaty type things, van gogh painted on canvas probz. canvas rules ok?
Canvas: A beautiful word, that implies not only elegance, but creativity. A canvas is not only for art, but for much more. In a way, everything is a canvas. I don’t mean to be poetic, but a life, in a way, is a canvas, and as you go along, you paint your entire life
The painting on the canvas reminded me of a picture that I saw when I first entered secondary school. It had so an immense attraction on my life that it took a while before I could settle down and get any of my school work done.
what the hell , this is blank, like a canvas see what i did there? no not really. why should artists use canvas when they can do anything anywhere
art shouldnt be confined to a canvas ? thats like confining water to a pool
canvas canvas canvas canvas
what if i dont want to write a final sentence?
a blind canvas this is, it’s waiting to be given the gift of sight and I’m willing to help! See and you will be seen, dear canvas, If you see what it is that you can give to the world you will never be feeling so empty ever again.
He streaked her blood across the canvas and sighed as it was absorbed and the outline of her silhouette thickened. She writhed beside him, struggling as he cut another slash into her arm and continued to paint out tiny pictures of his favorite memories with her in the outline. She used to be his favorite artwork. Now she was just another pathetic copy of everyone else’s idea of art.
But he was here to change that, he thought as he flicked his brush in quick movements. He stepped back to admire the picture and ignored her muffled screams. He loved how her blood didn’t turn brown like everyone else’s.
Her eyes closed and he kissed the top of her head. He had done her a favor really. She had died the art she was when he met her, and that beauty was perfectly preserved on his canvas.
She had died absolutely beautiful.
OH! Yay canvas is cool. I like painting but the only think that irritates me about canvases is the stiching pattern or whatever it is sometimes creates little white spots which sucks.
Canvas…the place to create. The place where you start of with a clean surface and create whatever you want. It can be anything and everything. Take the moment to create.
I ran my brush across the blank canvas in front of me, painting it. My face softened as i watched the canvas come back to life, i stood back and beheld what I’ve created. The canvas which had been once blank was now dancing with the bright colors. My eyes flickered between the different colors and I drew in a deep breath as i appreciated each.
Vast cans lined up on the top of red brick wall. Little chunks of cement spilling out of the edges of the bricks, like thick brushes of an artist’s strokes. One little pebble, one shot. Can you make it? The possibilities…
As he stared at the blank canvass, he wondered where he had taken a wrong turn, where his life had lost all inspiration. he wondered why this had ended up being the reality he was in, why the world wasn’t anything like the world that he wass promised so many years ago. he thought of her and the promises she made and how easily she had broken them
a canvas of colours
representing emotions
a canvas of photos
representing lives
smiles
tears
hugs
poses
a canvas of petals
flowers
trees
grass blades
a canvas of you and me
A canvas a thick piece of paper (I think, covered with fabric that you can paint on. I think they look really cool on walls to give the room more shape and to emphasise the picture on the canvas.
it was a little army surplus bivouac and we learned by trial and error to put it up like soldiers, hammer in the pegs and set the guy ropes. Light bored in through the holes of wear and war in the fabric, it smelled of mustiness and petrol, kept out the rain and showed me the born survivor I am
sometimes your vision is blurred. with the colors strewn across. splattered with memories of blue and yellow and orange. Brilliant strokes, amazing movements. all in one moment.
Is one of my most favourite things in the world. A blank canvas. White. Untainted. Splash it with colours. Scratch it with inks, with charcoal, with acrylics. Draw.
Something you give what you define as art. The inspiration of what to give out onto a creation that allows you create. Artist’s best friend.
On a canvas one can express different emotions and feelings through the medium of colors, paint brushes and various tools.
art. paint. blank. creative space boring has potential to become something great. we are all canvases. that’s why we get tattoos :) we are art in its finest form. we are open to new ideas new mediums.
create
animate
negotiate
vent
attack
sigh
A canvas starts out as a plain object but ends as a look into the artist’s soul. No canvas ends the same; Just as no life ends the same. Our life is like a big canvas, and we are the artists. Make your canvas worth looking back and remembering.