The artist was pondering what to do about the blank canvas in front of him. He decided he wouldn’t just paint it , for that would be too easy. A different approach would have to be thought of instead. His idea was to hang the canvas up on the wall in the local grocery store and let the good people of the town fill in the white space with whatever they felt would make their thoughts and feelings known the best. Half a year later the artist came to pick up his painting and was amazed with the results of the project he started. He saw…
Malia J.
Life is like a blank canvas. Every day you are given a new little patch to paint on. Colors are limitless, brushes are abundant, you can paint whatever picture suits you. Be true to the colors inside you and your own beauty will always shine through.
Amber
as i picked up the blank canvas, instead of my mind swirling with possiblities, i saw the emptiness of my life. the unfilled dreams. the nothingness that surrounds me everyday in my goddamn white apartment. with its white walls. just like this fucking blank canvas. i’ve heard it all before.
Emma Fitzpatrick
Blank. The stuff of sneakers and art, just waiting to be filled.
her face fell upon the blue canvas once more. she was moved by it, but she couldn’t understand why. “It’s just a navy painting with a few straight lines, why would the stir emotions?” she pondered. It was one of those modern paintings with just geometric shapes and solid colors. She normally hated those. She typically was a fan of more realistic/romantic art and art of the impressionist period.
Joy
The blank canvas sits in the corner of the room, whispering to me through space and time of endless possibilities. I am intimidated, scared even, of it’s bright rays and reflections of nothingness, reminding me of infinite space and incomprehensible endlessness. I am just here breathing, small as a little soft animal in a vast forest, waiting for angels to whisper is my ear the way forward. I sit still waiting, waiting, until I rush forward with nothing to say and everything to learn.
Blank, ready to be opened to every possibility. The stuff of sneakers and great works of art alike, canvas is truly a marvel. Beauty, if I’ve ever seen it. The love of all creativity.
Liz Johansen
a fresh start. inspirational emotions overcame the aspiring fresh artsts as he laid with perfection brush stroke after brush stroke on the everchanging canvas
chris
somthing to pint ideas and be creative to make a picture of abstract of something. i like canvas to make bags and clothing out of. use ful and beautiful. also very handy. most dinamic of them all
sarah
iI wish I didn’t worship my body as much as I do. If I didn’t then I would use my body as a canvas in which artists could imprint their work on me forever.
Viki
blank and clean and pure. you’re own world to create, to imagine, to dream. the colours will build cities and faces and dreams, they’ll run together and create skies and mountains and castles
I awoke to the muffled hammering coming through my bedroom wall. I looked over at my alarm clock to see 11:11am. I never understood why people would tell me to make a wish when that happened. I’d do it anyway just incase it worked and she came back. I followed the hammering into my roommates studio where he was stretching his latest work painting. He belted a loud fuck which I imagined was in response to the splintering wood frame breaking. I watched the canvas ripple to the ground like a fallen flag when my eyes focused on the subject of his latest work. “where the fuck did you get this?” I said fighting back the urge to attack, vomit, and cry all at the same time. ” oh I borrowed your digital camera to take to that gallery showing last week and saw it on there. I had to paint her. I was going to tell you when it was finished and framed. I figured it would be harder for you to throw away once it was framed. “. I hurled toward the painting, grabbing it and stormed back to my room. It was 11:25 and my wish came true. You came back. I jerked off to the painting and shot my load all over you because you’re a whore and I love you.
Tom
Canvas. I use them a lot but mostly I stare at them. The blank canvas is my favorite canvas because it is all about possibility. It is inviting you to write, paint, and draw on it. I am a canvas. I invite people to do whatever to me without any consequences. Like a canvas I am resilient and willing.
Heavy garment the army would because of its durability.
David
blank like this
crying out for
something
unoriginal
this pile of words.
Sixty seconds passing quickly
I am humbled
Reece Murphy
well they are blank slates for anyone to express themselves in anyway through artistic vision. Ive only covered one canvas in my life but it was fun. i sold it for 5 bucks but then bought it back because i really liked it. i am 18.
David
a blank CANVAS is the most beautiful thing in the world.
all the possibilities.. the options, the creativity.
you could start anywhere.
let the colours flow.
kylie
There’s a blank canvas. A blank canvas with so many potential possibilities, so intimidating. The possibilities are endless, but in the end, you’ll choose only one. One choice, out of an inifinity.
Mary
“Life is a great big canvas. Splatter all the paint on it.” was what I read in someone’s dedication page in the yearbook. Makes me wonder if I really want to turn back time and take risks.
Todd used to look at his body as a canvas; Tattoos, piercings, everything. He’d planned out each one he would get, but at the last minute he chickened out. He’d never really liked needles. Although, he might make an exception for this one…
Raegan
painting art colour beauty fun shoes the sims spain leo shapes purple favourite inspiration one picasso alone
Flossi
Art just happens. It begins as a blank slate, but in the blink of an eye it becomes a masterpiece.
Brittany
I’d like to think of my life as an open canvas. I can paint my path however I want to, and if I put all the right colors together, who knows, I might have a colorful life.
Patrick
i painted on the canvas the most beautiful picture in the galaxy, and then the dark fucker slashed it with his eyelashes, until the canvas bled inky black tears of death into the mouth of my brother’s lover. i fell asleep at the wheel.
penelope
hmmm. canvas is a tough one again. I guess this page is a canvas that I have to fill up with pointless words. I remember when tents were made of canvas. I’m going backpacking for three days next weekend and I am grateful that I do not have to carry a cnavas tent around with me for 3 days. Tha would be heavy, especially if it gets wet.
a place to create. a new colorful artwork lies beneath. don’t be afraid to mess it up, just go with the flow of your heart and creativity. worst case scenario you have to paint over it.
Jackie
the canvas of my life is stretched out on a white wall. its being there is hard to detect at first, as they are both bone white, but it is there. Names, faces, living memories begin to etch themselves onto my canvas and I watch them growing, knowing that the faces that show now may be the faces I live with until the end of my life.
will your face get to stay among them, or will i just discard this canvas and start over?
canvas! like a blank canvas! leonardo da vinci painted on a canvas… created some pretty sick art. of course, the meaning of canvas probably extends beyond painting to represent an opportunity for people to create… you know?
Jackie
canvases blank like leonardo da vinci would paint on… kind of cool that the mona lisa is on one you know? blank canvas. means a lot. haha. im not sure what else to say. blanking here! like the canvas i guess. hahaha. oh life… where will you take me next?????
Jackie
canvases canvases. a person is a canvas an you project on them whatever bs impressions you have of them plus any judgments based on your own experience but that’s really not who they are at all. they don’t know you at all. she doesn’t know me at all. i hate it when people who are supposed to be my friends judge me.
The paint was pouring down the canvas. Long stringing streams of colour flowing right off the edge. He was a “master” they said. Throw paint across the room, hit the canvas and voila! a master piece! Well, not according to everyone.
I stared at the blank canvas. My mind was as blank as the stupid canvas.
I literally could think of nothing to draw.
I picked up my pencil, then put it back down again.
There was nothing there.
I let out a deep sigh, sliding down into my chair and gazing at the white canvas. This was going to be a long night.
the canvas of my life is stretched out on a white wall. its being there is hard to detect at first, as they are both bone white, but it is there. Names, faces, living memories begin to etch themselves onto my canvas and I watch them growing, knowing that the faces that show now may be the faces I live with until the end of my life.
Claire K
A painter stands at the window overlooking the scene below, with each stroke he takes the life from the streets and re-colors it, makes it his own.
my life is a blank canvas. and i can’t afford paint. i an without colour. without image. without vision. i am merely the sheet for your imagination.
donald
paper with cammels i dont know why maybe shoes are made with this or it is an overhang when you are outside. it is in different countries that canvas is used. it is very strong and white. sometimes it is tan or brown. when it is hot we use canvas. i love canvas, do you?
mandi
I love the word canvas.. It’s beautiful. It is something that can be referred to and create a beautiful picture.
Johnna
The canvas was blank. I had ideas flowing through my head. You are always in my head. I let out all my feelings I have for you. I love my new work of art.
I hate printing on canvas. The customers who want canvas are usually the most picky and uptight of them all. It has to look exactly perfect, it has to be stretched to a frame and people don’t know how to say that up front when they want canvas so it just has to be printed again. We stopped doing canvas because of the pain in the ass canvas customers. I hope they realize that they turned something beautiful into a headache that nobody even wants to bother with.
In conclusion, fuck Canvas and I hope I never have to deal with those customers again.
The artist was pondering what to do about the blank canvas in front of him. He decided he wouldn’t just paint it , for that would be too easy. A different approach would have to be thought of instead. His idea was to hang the canvas up on the wall in the local grocery store and let the good people of the town fill in the white space with whatever they felt would make their thoughts and feelings known the best. Half a year later the artist came to pick up his painting and was amazed with the results of the project he started. He saw…
Life is like a blank canvas. Every day you are given a new little patch to paint on. Colors are limitless, brushes are abundant, you can paint whatever picture suits you. Be true to the colors inside you and your own beauty will always shine through.
as i picked up the blank canvas, instead of my mind swirling with possiblities, i saw the emptiness of my life. the unfilled dreams. the nothingness that surrounds me everyday in my goddamn white apartment. with its white walls. just like this fucking blank canvas. i’ve heard it all before.
Blank. The stuff of sneakers and art, just waiting to be filled.
her face fell upon the blue canvas once more. she was moved by it, but she couldn’t understand why. “It’s just a navy painting with a few straight lines, why would the stir emotions?” she pondered. It was one of those modern paintings with just geometric shapes and solid colors. She normally hated those. She typically was a fan of more realistic/romantic art and art of the impressionist period.
The blank canvas sits in the corner of the room, whispering to me through space and time of endless possibilities. I am intimidated, scared even, of it’s bright rays and reflections of nothingness, reminding me of infinite space and incomprehensible endlessness. I am just here breathing, small as a little soft animal in a vast forest, waiting for angels to whisper is my ear the way forward. I sit still waiting, waiting, until I rush forward with nothing to say and everything to learn.
Blank, ready to be opened to every possibility. The stuff of sneakers and great works of art alike, canvas is truly a marvel. Beauty, if I’ve ever seen it. The love of all creativity.
a fresh start. inspirational emotions overcame the aspiring fresh artsts as he laid with perfection brush stroke after brush stroke on the everchanging canvas
somthing to pint ideas and be creative to make a picture of abstract of something. i like canvas to make bags and clothing out of. use ful and beautiful. also very handy. most dinamic of them all
iI wish I didn’t worship my body as much as I do. If I didn’t then I would use my body as a canvas in which artists could imprint their work on me forever.
blank and clean and pure. you’re own world to create, to imagine, to dream. the colours will build cities and faces and dreams, they’ll run together and create skies and mountains and castles
I awoke to the muffled hammering coming through my bedroom wall. I looked over at my alarm clock to see 11:11am. I never understood why people would tell me to make a wish when that happened. I’d do it anyway just incase it worked and she came back. I followed the hammering into my roommates studio where he was stretching his latest work painting. He belted a loud fuck which I imagined was in response to the splintering wood frame breaking. I watched the canvas ripple to the ground like a fallen flag when my eyes focused on the subject of his latest work. “where the fuck did you get this?” I said fighting back the urge to attack, vomit, and cry all at the same time. ” oh I borrowed your digital camera to take to that gallery showing last week and saw it on there. I had to paint her. I was going to tell you when it was finished and framed. I figured it would be harder for you to throw away once it was framed. “. I hurled toward the painting, grabbing it and stormed back to my room. It was 11:25 and my wish came true. You came back. I jerked off to the painting and shot my load all over you because you’re a whore and I love you.
Canvas. I use them a lot but mostly I stare at them. The blank canvas is my favorite canvas because it is all about possibility. It is inviting you to write, paint, and draw on it. I am a canvas. I invite people to do whatever to me without any consequences. Like a canvas I am resilient and willing.
Heavy garment the army would because of its durability.
blank like this
crying out for
something
unoriginal
this pile of words.
Sixty seconds passing quickly
I am humbled
well they are blank slates for anyone to express themselves in anyway through artistic vision. Ive only covered one canvas in my life but it was fun. i sold it for 5 bucks but then bought it back because i really liked it. i am 18.
a blank CANVAS is the most beautiful thing in the world.
all the possibilities.. the options, the creativity.
you could start anywhere.
let the colours flow.
There’s a blank canvas. A blank canvas with so many potential possibilities, so intimidating. The possibilities are endless, but in the end, you’ll choose only one. One choice, out of an inifinity.
“Life is a great big canvas. Splatter all the paint on it.” was what I read in someone’s dedication page in the yearbook. Makes me wonder if I really want to turn back time and take risks.
Todd used to look at his body as a canvas; Tattoos, piercings, everything. He’d planned out each one he would get, but at the last minute he chickened out. He’d never really liked needles. Although, he might make an exception for this one…
painting art colour beauty fun shoes the sims spain leo shapes purple favourite inspiration one picasso alone
Art just happens. It begins as a blank slate, but in the blink of an eye it becomes a masterpiece.
I’d like to think of my life as an open canvas. I can paint my path however I want to, and if I put all the right colors together, who knows, I might have a colorful life.
i painted on the canvas the most beautiful picture in the galaxy, and then the dark fucker slashed it with his eyelashes, until the canvas bled inky black tears of death into the mouth of my brother’s lover. i fell asleep at the wheel.
hmmm. canvas is a tough one again. I guess this page is a canvas that I have to fill up with pointless words. I remember when tents were made of canvas. I’m going backpacking for three days next weekend and I am grateful that I do not have to carry a cnavas tent around with me for 3 days. Tha would be heavy, especially if it gets wet.
a place to create. a new colorful artwork lies beneath. don’t be afraid to mess it up, just go with the flow of your heart and creativity. worst case scenario you have to paint over it.
the canvas of my life is stretched out on a white wall. its being there is hard to detect at first, as they are both bone white, but it is there. Names, faces, living memories begin to etch themselves onto my canvas and I watch them growing, knowing that the faces that show now may be the faces I live with until the end of my life.
will your face get to stay among them, or will i just discard this canvas and start over?
canvas! like a blank canvas! leonardo da vinci painted on a canvas… created some pretty sick art. of course, the meaning of canvas probably extends beyond painting to represent an opportunity for people to create… you know?
canvases blank like leonardo da vinci would paint on… kind of cool that the mona lisa is on one you know? blank canvas. means a lot. haha. im not sure what else to say. blanking here! like the canvas i guess. hahaha. oh life… where will you take me next?????
canvases canvases. a person is a canvas an you project on them whatever bs impressions you have of them plus any judgments based on your own experience but that’s really not who they are at all. they don’t know you at all. she doesn’t know me at all. i hate it when people who are supposed to be my friends judge me.
The paint was pouring down the canvas. Long stringing streams of colour flowing right off the edge. He was a “master” they said. Throw paint across the room, hit the canvas and voila! a master piece! Well, not according to everyone.
I stared at the blank canvas. My mind was as blank as the stupid canvas.
I literally could think of nothing to draw.
I picked up my pencil, then put it back down again.
There was nothing there.
I let out a deep sigh, sliding down into my chair and gazing at the white canvas. This was going to be a long night.
the canvas of my life is stretched out on a white wall. its being there is hard to detect at first, as they are both bone white, but it is there. Names, faces, living memories begin to etch themselves onto my canvas and I watch them growing, knowing that the faces that show now may be the faces I live with until the end of my life.
A painter stands at the window overlooking the scene below, with each stroke he takes the life from the streets and re-colors it, makes it his own.
my life is a blank canvas. and i can’t afford paint. i an without colour. without image. without vision. i am merely the sheet for your imagination.
paper with cammels i dont know why maybe shoes are made with this or it is an overhang when you are outside. it is in different countries that canvas is used. it is very strong and white. sometimes it is tan or brown. when it is hot we use canvas. i love canvas, do you?
I love the word canvas.. It’s beautiful. It is something that can be referred to and create a beautiful picture.
The canvas was blank. I had ideas flowing through my head. You are always in my head. I let out all my feelings I have for you. I love my new work of art.
I hate printing on canvas. The customers who want canvas are usually the most picky and uptight of them all. It has to look exactly perfect, it has to be stretched to a frame and people don’t know how to say that up front when they want canvas so it just has to be printed again. We stopped doing canvas because of the pain in the ass canvas customers. I hope they realize that they turned something beautiful into a headache that nobody even wants to bother with.
In conclusion, fuck Canvas and I hope I never have to deal with those customers again.
blank.
life story.
raw.
true.
pure.