By Jan Vicente B. Pekas
A blank canvas represents the opportunity for greatness or disappointment. It takes on the full brunt of the talent of an artist. Receives the emotions that ood out from the heart and gives residence for the gures that may be immortalized in time. Whether it be a scene of tragedy, death or destruction, where only the gloom of grey reign supreme over the sky. Or a scene of a cheerful sun shining down on a eld of owers differing in colors and beauty as a majestic deer skips across the eld.
As deep as hatred can be, a canvas can open its doors for such. Give the space to manifest itself and reveal itself full bare into the world. Let grief come out and cry all his worries. Let anger take it upon itself to express all his emotions. Let bitterness contaminate the canvass and spread his poison. And as time pass by let the tears cry down the very canvas itself.
When it is done, a new set of canvas takes the place of the previous. Ready to take on all of humanity’s wildest imagination. As love comes knocking, whether the door opens or not, love will always nd a way to slip in. Creep its way in or force away all that get in its path, and alas runs wild as it pleases. Let seduction steal the glances of men and women alike, stir their soul as the hearts beat a little faster, and sweat trickles down on a skin on re. Let innocence take the front and soothe all the troubled souls around. And nally, allow beauty its rightful place in the canvas.
And another blank canvas takes its place. A canvas can be a place to store a memory or to put into art all the emotions swirling inside.
Or a slate to paint upon a portrait, one that has the character of the subject and the emotions and life of a painter.
What should we paint on our very own great blank canvas? One that stretches for how long, we will never know. The end of ours may be in the very corner or further down the line. Whether we succumb to anger or hatred is no issue, for our great canvas is wide and leaves room for redemption and forgiveness. More room to grow as a person and paint upon it greater beauties that we have never seen before.
A canvas that stretches longer than we can see should not be left blank. A life unfilled. Or a life afraid to be lived. For there is no beauty in a canvas left to collect dust all alone in the darkness.**
