to draw to create to show how you see beauty. The artist main tool the background to all landscapes. A blank page as to author as a canvas is to a painter. I wish I could draw…
canvas is what people paint on, its kind of smooth and paintings look sick on it i love canvas.
canvas is very nice. i have three paintings that were painted on canvas
is for painting. canvas is blank. canvas is on that one thing on little house on the. shoooooot whats’ it called. a covered wagon or something? OH! canvad is what converse are made of. it’s what i painted that painting for the shoe design contest on. got it =) mmmmm. can
empty canvas. what to do? write, draw, think, stare. maybe it’s better empty. more room for possibilities, imagination, life. once it’s filled, there’s no going back. so, perhaps, take the chance. what kind of person are you… what will you do?
I’m here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written, nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe this dark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died.
Your wall is the canvas for your dreams. If it’s blank, you have the opportunity to paint on it with your imagination, be it bad or good. If it has posters, pictures, drapes, it gives you the opportunity to create more in your own mind. To paint, literally or metaphorically, on the canvas of your wall or your mind, will expand your creative potential for anything.
The smell of turpentine is stuck in my nose, even as I’m standing at the sink. The soap does nothing to remove the oil paint adhered to my hands, nor does it remove the chemical scent stuck onto my set of brushes. This is what an accomplished day in the studio feels like, as I step back and admire the colors decorating the canvas in front of me.
the beautiful canvas was the focal point of the giant room. There was drapery, magnificent rugs and high ceilings that reflected those of cathedrals. But all eyes were directed towards the canvas, one of which a five year old emptied his imagination onto in a way that captivated even the maturest of hearts.
The canvas was blank once more. It’d been so long since all she’d seen was a blank expanse. She could do anything, be anything, say anything. She could reinvent herself. She could finally be everything and anything she’d ever wanted to be.
She could start fresh, if she only made that decision now.
This was her chance.
a blank canvas is all i want myself to be. It is, at the core, what I think I am. I know genes play a role. A big role. But I want to believe that at any point, I can be a blank canvas and start over.
art painting beautiful landscape ponies puppy amazing pretty artist pencil paper canvas grass perspective colors purple red blue yellow green orange marker crayon
a blank canvas. my life. i paint the details in as i live. as i breath and i exhale memory onto the blank whiteness of a life unlived. love and happiness and despair create color and story. unwinding my one true work of art. my life.
She brushed up and down and sideways. She let the brush take control of her arm. It swung around in a frenzy. Undid her at the seams. Pulled her apart and revealed all the nasty things and secret wonders she had hidden away.
This reminds me of Bryson. Every canvas I see, I think of him. His ability to put his thoughts and emotions into paint and pictures. He was able to create something out of just canvas, paint, and brushes. Something beautiful, something powerful. Something that could make people cry. I tried one day to paint. I wasn’t happy with what I had created.
That’s the last thing he said to me. “Watch the canvas”. His apartment was filled with his art work, but he never had the guts to show it somewhere. That’s the thing with artists, they never think their art is good enough to be shown.
canvases are amazing… they paint pretty pictures and can be full of life. such as tacos and burritos and unicorns and all that stuuffffff!!! lol this is fun. what should i talk abo7ut this is soo cool
painting are pretty and i love them they are amazing
my mom draws on them for work
so duz my dad yay :D
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Life is and empty canvas and it is up to you what to put on it! I hope my canvas of life isn’t empty anymore. I hope its pretty colors and unicorns and rainbows and such. Canvas’s are for artsy people! I bet artists have pretty canvas’s (Canvii?).
they have been with him since the eighth grade.
black and dirty and very tired, with once-white laces that are horribly frayed at the ends—they have seen things.
from the days where he liked his eyes lined black and his music too-loud, to now, years later, where he cradles them almost-lovingly in his hands, they have been his constant companions.
they have watched him grow.
he regards them for one long moment, then sends them flying.
they land in the dumpster with a hollow thud.
a blank canvas is something incredible because it holds so much potential. a blank canvas can be left blank to another who is more capable of filling the space with meaning, or can be wasted. there are canvases all around us waiting to be filled, interpreted, changed.
A canvas hid beneath the leaves, scattered in the sand. An ocean of paint washed ashore then fell back again as the tide drew in. It splashed upon the canvas and created a beautiful setting, not unlike the one it was in. Colors upon colors were smashed together.
She was blank and it was nothing short of terrifying. They were alone and with no features he didn’t know to what to say. She was a blank canvas. A shape of a head with the shape of a nose. But no mouth, no eyes, no emotion.
Was he dreaming? She seemed to be speaking to him.
She was blank. New. Where she was, no one knew. The way she walked, the way she spoke, was something no one had ever seen or heard before. And she basked in the glory of being a revolutionary. The way others would look at her, as if to say, “I want to be her someday.”
A canvas is a good way to express one’s self. In a painting it is very important to portray your feelings in a canvas. I want to paint on a blank canvas someday.
I like canvas bags. I saw one on a site that sell arts suppilies. They hold a lot of different type of things. They hold art tools and also artwork. They also
If I could fly away just for a little while I would do it in a heart beat. Write a new story, paint a new canvas, a blank one, a clean slate. I would dream new dreams and face new fears. Fall fast to home and return… only for a little while.
my body is a canvas, I cover it in tattoos and I am unable to reach perfection because my canvas in and of itself if perfection. I must cover it to achieve imperfection.
the world is a canvas, you must cover it in art to achieve imperfection to appreciate the perfection that surrounds us
A canvas sits by the window of the artist’s house. He had just painted a beautiful picture of a park surrounded by trees. The sky is clear and the grass is green and luscious. But as you look outside the window of the house, you can clearly see rain pouring down on the city street.
I paint many things on my canvas throughout the day. There’s always one thing I can never picture or paint right: Love.
What is it? How do you paint a feeling that’s so deep and pure?
Emily was short and snappy. and sassy. and short not only in height, but in patience for others, so as life would have it, she spend much of her time with her best and worst companion, her canvases and oil paints. each one represented a time in her life when she was not surrounded by smiling faces in photographs but instead by a canvas and her mind, her cruel, helplessly lonely and brilliant mind.
to draw to create to show how you see beauty. The artist main tool the background to all landscapes. A blank page as to author as a canvas is to a painter. I wish I could draw…
The canvas painted red and blue,
With colored thread of orange hue,
Some strange design woven in,
A pretty pattern on it’s skin.
canvas is what people paint on, its kind of smooth and paintings look sick on it i love canvas.
canvas is very nice. i have three paintings that were painted on canvas
is for painting. canvas is blank. canvas is on that one thing on little house on the. shoooooot whats’ it called. a covered wagon or something? OH! canvad is what converse are made of. it’s what i painted that painting for the shoe design contest on. got it =) mmmmm. can
empty canvas. what to do? write, draw, think, stare. maybe it’s better empty. more room for possibilities, imagination, life. once it’s filled, there’s no going back. so, perhaps, take the chance. what kind of person are you… what will you do?
I’m here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written, nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe this dark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died.
Your wall is the canvas for your dreams. If it’s blank, you have the opportunity to paint on it with your imagination, be it bad or good. If it has posters, pictures, drapes, it gives you the opportunity to create more in your own mind. To paint, literally or metaphorically, on the canvas of your wall or your mind, will expand your creative potential for anything.
The smell of turpentine is stuck in my nose, even as I’m standing at the sink. The soap does nothing to remove the oil paint adhered to my hands, nor does it remove the chemical scent stuck onto my set of brushes. This is what an accomplished day in the studio feels like, as I step back and admire the colors decorating the canvas in front of me.
the beautiful canvas was the focal point of the giant room. There was drapery, magnificent rugs and high ceilings that reflected those of cathedrals. But all eyes were directed towards the canvas, one of which a five year old emptied his imagination onto in a way that captivated even the maturest of hearts.
a blank canvas is a world of opportunities. think of all that can be done with it. it is your life waiting to happen.
The canvas was blank once more. It’d been so long since all she’d seen was a blank expanse. She could do anything, be anything, say anything. She could reinvent herself. She could finally be everything and anything she’d ever wanted to be.
She could start fresh, if she only made that decision now.
This was her chance.
a blank canvas is all i want myself to be. It is, at the core, what I think I am. I know genes play a role. A big role. But I want to believe that at any point, I can be a blank canvas and start over.
art painting beautiful landscape ponies puppy amazing pretty artist pencil paper canvas grass perspective colors purple red blue yellow green orange marker crayon
Am I supposed to make this a sentence??
I’ve always liked canvas. Rough but soft. And they make sails out of it. I’ve always liked sails. And canvas shoes.
a blank canvas. my life. i paint the details in as i live. as i breath and i exhale memory onto the blank whiteness of a life unlived. love and happiness and despair create color and story. unwinding my one true work of art. my life.
a place to put your emotions, thoughts an feelings, all in the same place with a magical tool called a paintbrush.
She brushed up and down and sideways. She let the brush take control of her arm. It swung around in a frenzy. Undid her at the seams. Pulled her apart and revealed all the nasty things and secret wonders she had hidden away.
This reminds me of Bryson. Every canvas I see, I think of him. His ability to put his thoughts and emotions into paint and pictures. He was able to create something out of just canvas, paint, and brushes. Something beautiful, something powerful. Something that could make people cry. I tried one day to paint. I wasn’t happy with what I had created.
That’s the last thing he said to me. “Watch the canvas”. His apartment was filled with his art work, but he never had the guts to show it somewhere. That’s the thing with artists, they never think their art is good enough to be shown.
A canvas. blank. It can become whatever you desire. You can paint with any color. It is what you want it to be. That is my future. A blank canvas.
canvases are amazing… they paint pretty pictures and can be full of life. such as tacos and burritos and unicorns and all that stuuffffff!!! lol this is fun. what should i talk abo7ut this is soo cool
If you need a sign, this is it.
Good luck with whatever you’re doing.
painting are pretty and i love them they are amazing
my mom draws on them for work
so duz my dad yay :D
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbla=hblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblblahblahblah
Life is and empty canvas and it is up to you what to put on it! I hope my canvas of life isn’t empty anymore. I hope its pretty colors and unicorns and rainbows and such. Canvas’s are for artsy people! I bet artists have pretty canvas’s (Canvii?).
they have been with him since the eighth grade.
black and dirty and very tired, with once-white laces that are horribly frayed at the ends—they have seen things.
from the days where he liked his eyes lined black and his music too-loud, to now, years later, where he cradles them almost-lovingly in his hands, they have been his constant companions.
they have watched him grow.
he regards them for one long moment, then sends them flying.
they land in the dumpster with a hollow thud.
a blank canvas is something incredible because it holds so much potential. a blank canvas can be left blank to another who is more capable of filling the space with meaning, or can be wasted. there are canvases all around us waiting to be filled, interpreted, changed.
A canvas hid beneath the leaves, scattered in the sand. An ocean of paint washed ashore then fell back again as the tide drew in. It splashed upon the canvas and created a beautiful setting, not unlike the one it was in. Colors upon colors were smashed together.
a painting of a cabin in the woods by a creek with birch trees.
She was blank and it was nothing short of terrifying. They were alone and with no features he didn’t know to what to say. She was a blank canvas. A shape of a head with the shape of a nose. But no mouth, no eyes, no emotion.
Was he dreaming? She seemed to be speaking to him.
Paint me with your love as if I am a blank canvas. Each color blending and drying over time. I can feel you. Can you feel me?
She was blank. New. Where she was, no one knew. The way she walked, the way she spoke, was something no one had ever seen or heard before. And she basked in the glory of being a revolutionary. The way others would look at her, as if to say, “I want to be her someday.”
A canvas is a good way to express one’s self. In a painting it is very important to portray your feelings in a canvas. I want to paint on a blank canvas someday.
I like canvas bags. I saw one on a site that sell arts suppilies. They hold a lot of different type of things. They hold art tools and also artwork. They also
If I could fly away just for a little while I would do it in a heart beat. Write a new story, paint a new canvas, a blank one, a clean slate. I would dream new dreams and face new fears. Fall fast to home and return… only for a little while.
my body is a canvas, I cover it in tattoos and I am unable to reach perfection because my canvas in and of itself if perfection. I must cover it to achieve imperfection.
the world is a canvas, you must cover it in art to achieve imperfection to appreciate the perfection that surrounds us
A canvas sits by the window of the artist’s house. He had just painted a beautiful picture of a park surrounded by trees. The sky is clear and the grass is green and luscious. But as you look outside the window of the house, you can clearly see rain pouring down on the city street.
I paint many things on my canvas throughout the day. There’s always one thing I can never picture or paint right: Love.
What is it? How do you paint a feeling that’s so deep and pure?
The canvas is as empty as the artist.
Emily was short and snappy. and sassy. and short not only in height, but in patience for others, so as life would have it, she spend much of her time with her best and worst companion, her canvases and oil paints. each one represented a time in her life when she was not surrounded by smiling faces in photographs but instead by a canvas and her mind, her cruel, helplessly lonely and brilliant mind.
your painting across my canvas, changing the colors, turning it around
becoming clearer