when i look at a blank canvas my initial thought/feeling is straight up fear. my insecurity rises to max capacity as i think about the cost of materials, lack of knowledge and know how, what the heck am i going to paint and the preverbial, why? why am i even doing this? however, as each color is laid to rest on the canvas, is squeezed out and smeared i find my heart slowing down and my joy meter rising. not because i've created anything fabulous or even something i like. it's