He didn’t know what to paint. A blank mind washed over a blank canvas.
He put on jazz music for background noise and looked at the empty space, resting his head on his hand, his hand on his leg, his head bouncing as his toes did push-ups.
He grabbed the tube of green paint and squeezed some onto his hand. With an open palm he smeared it into the gesso coated canvas. It wasn’t long until he realized he was creating tree tops. Brown paint was applied above his wrist. The canvas was taken down and placed on the floor. He pushed his hand up and he climbed the first tree.
There. There. Dark check marks in the sky flew in a giant V.
The ground was all yellow scratched with finger tips. The sky was waves of blue.
He stepped back to take a look at the busy space.
Two trees, one far, one within reach, birds overhead returning from a far away journey, a soft breeze in the air.