In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Practice Makes Perfect?.”

If there’s one group of people I’m envious of it’s the painters. I’ve tried but my gifts come to a halt when it comes to a canvas. Visual art has always captivated me ever since my first paint by numbers kit as a kid. But without the numbers to guide me that paint brush was useless in my hands. I long for the ability to take whats in my mind and soul and make it a reality. Take “The Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh for instance. The swirls in the sky, and the distinctness of the stars, no that isn’t how the night sky really looks but that’s how it looked to him. That was his interpretation of the wonder that is the night sky. It’s amazing that such beauty can be wielded onto a canvas with the flick of a person’s wrist, and just like that the painters soul is on display.

I have this dream of filling my house with all original artwork, I want to be surrounded by the souls of the painters. I want to be moved by them. I want to be inspired by them.