open and wide, ready to take the bevy of colors and stories that would come upon it. she walked so closely to the edge of the canvas and basked in the possibilities, the chances of everything that was at the precipice and zenith of creating. she smiled, she kissed it, she rubbed the edge on her cheek and then she walked away.
Timothy Reynolds
I had a canvas once it had my fav painting on it. it was of my promise land. it had all my favorite things; the guy, the dress, and the dream of singing in front of thousands.
Emmy
I love to paint oil on canvas. My parents bought me an easel and some canvases for my birthday, my 16th birthday, the year that Hurricane Charley came and wiped out almost everything near my house, the power was out, there was nothing to do except paint, and painting wasn’t bad, that and I was going to be able to go out to dinner for my birthday: My parents found a great place that still had power…
When the canvas wraps itself around the colors, I pull at the strands with my needle eye and make them pop and sizzle and then deflate with a sigh that secrets my vision from you.
his hands hold the paintbrush like it was the most delicate of beings. he gently dips it into colors beyond anyone’s wildest imaginations. he lifts it to the stark white canvas and everything explodes. there’s color here and a river there and more color and a smile is on his face as the paint goes on. he’s in his own element when he picks up a paintbrush and brings it to meet the canvas. he is an artist.
A blank canvas is all how we all start. On it we can paint our hopes, dreams, aspirations. No one’s canvas is like any other’s. It is unique to how they view the world and the choices that they make each and every day.
Michelle
i’ve always been incredibly jealous of artists. they have the ability to look at something so blank and think oh, “you’re going to be a beautiful elephant” or “this is going to be a pond” i’m never good at making decisions like that. i’m awful at drawing. i think it would be so cool to transfer your thoughts and pictures in your head to something that other people can see.
The paintbrush glides easily on the fresh canvas, leaving a trail of bright paint on the fabric. The brush glides here and there, forming different patterns and lines on the canvas, creating new, wonderful worlds.
The world is my canvas. I wake up to it every morning. What I do is painted on it. What I don’t stays locked away. One day, it’ll shine bright than ever before with love and passion and freedom.
I see paints and paintings stretched out on a long narrow hallway. Each with different shapes, size, colour, story. Why do all of them depict some sort of sadness or rather happiness. It’s hard to understand why everything seems so hard but a painting is much easier to explore.
Justeen
its what you create art with. beauty. also sneakers. bags and such. canvas is blank. possibilities. vast space. can go. anywhere. homeopathic. beneficial. creativity. no cats were harmed in the making of this sentence. it’s true le foo.
Anna
a place to put your thoughts, your own masterpiece. a blank sheet for you to recreate your mind.
Marissa
you know i think i need a blank canvas
its been a while since i’ve painted
its been a while since i’ve sat down and relaxed for a while
i wish that i could start certain parts of my life
all over again
like a blank canvas
and then, i want to paint on it the happiest colors i can think of
I feel like if I was an artist staring at blank canvas I would never know what to paint or draw. It would be like writers block but for artsists. Do they even have that? The emptiness of a canvas can be good an bad. You can transform it into whatever you want or let it transform you… like life.
rachel
Look beyond the canvas. Feel what is true in your heart. Is the painting the truth or is the painter the truth? Follow all that is dear and wonderful is within your heart, not your mind Shall you embrace the greatest yearnings of your imagination if it means crushing the greatest yearnings of another’s imagination? Do as thou wilt.
She stared at the paint covered canvas, she suddenly became discouraged at the direction her painting was going. the trees lookd all wrong and seemed a bit out of place with the checkerboard pattern that she had thought would have looked nice. An alice and wonderland type area, but it didn’t turn out that way at all.
This page is an empty canvas where I color it with my thoughts. As the words flow through my body and out my fingers, I begin to see my mind become a picture that only I will understand.
Canvases are like unwritten books, like life.. like love.
It’s an oppertunity.
.. but just as any other oppertunity, you have to take charge in order to make something beautiful of it.
Courtney Calloway
I was never one to be gifted with the arts. Thinking about painters makes me green with jealousy. Painting is one of my frustrations in life!
Bea Magtoto
a canvas is empty, empty with ideas and emotions, yet full of sentiment, regret, haste, power and overall angst. A canvas allows you to put anything, everything, nothing on it, it doesn’t fight back, it doesn’t speak back, it simple is there to be, in whatever way it is.
melissa
i had a fresh canvas on whcih i was asked to paint a most beautiful picture. I couldnt bring myself to mark upon its fresh face. i looked in sorrow at the canvas that would never bloom. i ended its life. . . or perhaps extended. it is now art because i say it is. art is what you make it. the canvas lives.
Melissa Figueroa
My world is a canvas. My painting has started. I’ve been painting for years and years. My painting is sad, happy, intriguing, and full of anger. When I’m done my painting will be framed and hung for the world to see. The rushed paintings are interesting and sadder than a finished one. But yet more cheerful to remember and loved.
Amahdi
Wet silky oil slathered about from th fine thinly proportioned brush, colors so bright it was blinding when compounded with the light.
Steven
A canvas is white. You can put whatever you want on a canvas. It starts off white and then you can put colors on it. You can splatter them or paint them smoothly. You can put red and blue and green. You can paint a cell phone. You can paint emotions. You can put whatever you want on a canvas. A white blank canvas. Your life is a canvas as well, you can paint your life however you want it.
Jasmine
the canvas is blank and i feel it needs to be filled. there are so many colors in the world to paint with, yet I am unsure. It speaks to me silently aching to become something real. How should I oblige.
krystal
i’m eating a delicious sandwich. sandwich is one word. be is one word. grandma is one word. your is one word. wait, i just realized that the word is canvas. maybe i should write canvas. canvascanvascanvascanvascanvas canvas canvas canvas canvas canvas canvas canvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvas
nia
At birth our lives are like a blank canvas. Every experience, every mistake, every accomplish is a brush stroke. Do they form a cohesive image? Is it abstract? Do the colors go together? Or is it all random? Is it possible to wipe it clean, even partially?
Thats quite a strange word…canvas. It makes me think of the artists i met in art school in Florence. They were seniors and got to fill the big canvases. It made me used to wonder if i would ever fill such a vast space. One of the paintings depicted a man walking on glasses, it shocked me because he was naked and his penis was showing.
Pestobabe
painting expressing youself on a pieve of something that shows everything you are and believe and see in your own mind expressed on a tiny or big square canvas. beauty in the most unconventional ways
melinda
All you need is a canvas to paint. But life is a canvas, just waiting for a story to be painted on it. A tattoo artist also sees a body as a blank canvas, waiting to to display his art on a beautiful person.
Michaela-Rose McLoughlin
A painter. He draws the most beautfiul things on canvas you can imagine. Quite odd things. Who could come up with these ideas?
Jill
Blank canvas, skin on that skeleton of an easel.
You’ve got an art degree and no money to go along with it, but you’ve got this one chance left to make something out of yourself.
Paint runs through your veins. This is all you have, and it is everything to you.
Canvas is for painting. For expressing yours inner self in art. Art is a way to relive your innner anxiety. There are many forms of arts including painting on canvas, singling and writing in a jounral. Canvas helps relive anxiety.
Rabia Khawaja
You can sleep under canvas, paint on a canvas, wear shoes made of canvas… Out of the three I’d rather sleep under it.
Jenny
every person is a blank canvas. Physically, emotionally, mentally. A person’s life is reflected on them like paint on a canvas. You want to live your life with the idea of making the most amazing pictures you can and filling that canvas 100%.
Lindsay Fernandes
Piping hot canvasses. Can’t even touch them; how could I? The paint is so hot with color, scorching reds and electric blues. Can’t look or smell or feel. Chemicals burning into your skin–not good. What artist could be sick enough to create such a masterpiece?
open and wide, ready to take the bevy of colors and stories that would come upon it. she walked so closely to the edge of the canvas and basked in the possibilities, the chances of everything that was at the precipice and zenith of creating. she smiled, she kissed it, she rubbed the edge on her cheek and then she walked away.
I had a canvas once it had my fav painting on it. it was of my promise land. it had all my favorite things; the guy, the dress, and the dream of singing in front of thousands.
I love to paint oil on canvas. My parents bought me an easel and some canvases for my birthday, my 16th birthday, the year that Hurricane Charley came and wiped out almost everything near my house, the power was out, there was nothing to do except paint, and painting wasn’t bad, that and I was going to be able to go out to dinner for my birthday: My parents found a great place that still had power…
When the canvas wraps itself around the colors, I pull at the strands with my needle eye and make them pop and sizzle and then deflate with a sigh that secrets my vision from you.
his hands hold the paintbrush like it was the most delicate of beings. he gently dips it into colors beyond anyone’s wildest imaginations. he lifts it to the stark white canvas and everything explodes. there’s color here and a river there and more color and a smile is on his face as the paint goes on. he’s in his own element when he picks up a paintbrush and brings it to meet the canvas. he is an artist.
A blank canvas is all how we all start. On it we can paint our hopes, dreams, aspirations. No one’s canvas is like any other’s. It is unique to how they view the world and the choices that they make each and every day.
i’ve always been incredibly jealous of artists. they have the ability to look at something so blank and think oh, “you’re going to be a beautiful elephant” or “this is going to be a pond” i’m never good at making decisions like that. i’m awful at drawing. i think it would be so cool to transfer your thoughts and pictures in your head to something that other people can see.
The paintbrush glides easily on the fresh canvas, leaving a trail of bright paint on the fabric. The brush glides here and there, forming different patterns and lines on the canvas, creating new, wonderful worlds.
The world is my canvas. I wake up to it every morning. What I do is painted on it. What I don’t stays locked away. One day, it’ll shine bright than ever before with love and passion and freedom.
a blank space to put memories into.
I see paints and paintings stretched out on a long narrow hallway. Each with different shapes, size, colour, story. Why do all of them depict some sort of sadness or rather happiness. It’s hard to understand why everything seems so hard but a painting is much easier to explore.
its what you create art with. beauty. also sneakers. bags and such. canvas is blank. possibilities. vast space. can go. anywhere. homeopathic. beneficial. creativity. no cats were harmed in the making of this sentence. it’s true le foo.
a place to put your thoughts, your own masterpiece. a blank sheet for you to recreate your mind.
you know i think i need a blank canvas
its been a while since i’ve painted
its been a while since i’ve sat down and relaxed for a while
i wish that i could start certain parts of my life
all over again
like a blank canvas
and then, i want to paint on it the happiest colors i can think of
I feel like if I was an artist staring at blank canvas I would never know what to paint or draw. It would be like writers block but for artsists. Do they even have that? The emptiness of a canvas can be good an bad. You can transform it into whatever you want or let it transform you… like life.
Look beyond the canvas. Feel what is true in your heart. Is the painting the truth or is the painter the truth? Follow all that is dear and wonderful is within your heart, not your mind Shall you embrace the greatest yearnings of your imagination if it means crushing the greatest yearnings of another’s imagination? Do as thou wilt.
She stared at the paint covered canvas, she suddenly became discouraged at the direction her painting was going. the trees lookd all wrong and seemed a bit out of place with the checkerboard pattern that she had thought would have looked nice. An alice and wonderland type area, but it didn’t turn out that way at all.
This life is our canvas. Every day we paint another part of our masterpiece and I can’t wait to see the the end result and share it with you forever.
This page is an empty canvas where I color it with my thoughts. As the words flow through my body and out my fingers, I begin to see my mind become a picture that only I will understand.
Canvases are like unwritten books, like life.. like love.
It’s an oppertunity.
.. but just as any other oppertunity, you have to take charge in order to make something beautiful of it.
I was never one to be gifted with the arts. Thinking about painters makes me green with jealousy. Painting is one of my frustrations in life!
a canvas is empty, empty with ideas and emotions, yet full of sentiment, regret, haste, power and overall angst. A canvas allows you to put anything, everything, nothing on it, it doesn’t fight back, it doesn’t speak back, it simple is there to be, in whatever way it is.
i had a fresh canvas on whcih i was asked to paint a most beautiful picture. I couldnt bring myself to mark upon its fresh face. i looked in sorrow at the canvas that would never bloom. i ended its life. . . or perhaps extended. it is now art because i say it is. art is what you make it. the canvas lives.
My world is a canvas. My painting has started. I’ve been painting for years and years. My painting is sad, happy, intriguing, and full of anger. When I’m done my painting will be framed and hung for the world to see. The rushed paintings are interesting and sadder than a finished one. But yet more cheerful to remember and loved.
Wet silky oil slathered about from th fine thinly proportioned brush, colors so bright it was blinding when compounded with the light.
A canvas is white. You can put whatever you want on a canvas. It starts off white and then you can put colors on it. You can splatter them or paint them smoothly. You can put red and blue and green. You can paint a cell phone. You can paint emotions. You can put whatever you want on a canvas. A white blank canvas. Your life is a canvas as well, you can paint your life however you want it.
the canvas is blank and i feel it needs to be filled. there are so many colors in the world to paint with, yet I am unsure. It speaks to me silently aching to become something real. How should I oblige.
i’m eating a delicious sandwich. sandwich is one word. be is one word. grandma is one word. your is one word. wait, i just realized that the word is canvas. maybe i should write canvas. canvascanvascanvascanvascanvas canvas canvas canvas canvas canvas canvas canvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvascanvas
At birth our lives are like a blank canvas. Every experience, every mistake, every accomplish is a brush stroke. Do they form a cohesive image? Is it abstract? Do the colors go together? Or is it all random? Is it possible to wipe it clean, even partially?
Thats quite a strange word…canvas. It makes me think of the artists i met in art school in Florence. They were seniors and got to fill the big canvases. It made me used to wonder if i would ever fill such a vast space. One of the paintings depicted a man walking on glasses, it shocked me because he was naked and his penis was showing.
painting expressing youself on a pieve of something that shows everything you are and believe and see in your own mind expressed on a tiny or big square canvas. beauty in the most unconventional ways
All you need is a canvas to paint. But life is a canvas, just waiting for a story to be painted on it. A tattoo artist also sees a body as a blank canvas, waiting to to display his art on a beautiful person.
A painter. He draws the most beautfiul things on canvas you can imagine. Quite odd things. Who could come up with these ideas?
Blank canvas, skin on that skeleton of an easel.
You’ve got an art degree and no money to go along with it, but you’ve got this one chance left to make something out of yourself.
Paint runs through your veins. This is all you have, and it is everything to you.
I stare at the blank canvas, then rub my hand across it; smearing pink from corner to corner.
city shuffle. but actually its kansas.
Canvas is for painting. For expressing yours inner self in art. Art is a way to relive your innner anxiety. There are many forms of arts including painting on canvas, singling and writing in a jounral. Canvas helps relive anxiety.
You can sleep under canvas, paint on a canvas, wear shoes made of canvas… Out of the three I’d rather sleep under it.
every person is a blank canvas. Physically, emotionally, mentally. A person’s life is reflected on them like paint on a canvas. You want to live your life with the idea of making the most amazing pictures you can and filling that canvas 100%.
Piping hot canvasses. Can’t even touch them; how could I? The paint is so hot with color, scorching reds and electric blues. Can’t look or smell or feel. Chemicals burning into your skin–not good. What artist could be sick enough to create such a masterpiece?