an empty canvas

it's 4am.... i cant sleep and i keep thinking of the same thing over and over again.

with all the anger towards my parents... and the sadness i feel for someone.... i came up with a painting in about 2 hours. I paint when i'm angry, i paint when i'm sad.

i paint whatever I am thinking in my head but I never tell people the meaning of my paintings. That is up to them to try and read my painting.

ps: i do not want us to be like an unfinished painting... i want our painting to be one full of vibrant colours.... but even that seems distant now. then again who says a black and white unfinished painting is horrible..... u just need to appreciate it.