I paint on the blank canvas. Not with a brush. Not with a palette knife. Not with the beauty of the world around me.
I paint with all the anger, the pain, the rage, anxiety, and depression, that is locked deep inside of me. As it breaks free from the emotional bondage that has kept it down, kept it buried, for so long.
As it rises to the surface, I scar it onto the blank canvas of my flesh, where it can stay seared for eternity, a monument to all I have endured and survived.