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Blank canvas displayed, adored 


 

Pure, honest, clean. 


 

The start of an adventure, 


 

A life that’s never been. 


 

Drips of colour stain the sheet, 


 

Seeping through the frame, 


 

Not all can be so clear to see, 


 

So many doused in pain.  


 

Happiness, it stings the eyes,  


 

Modesty appears in vein. 


 

Pigments invade the space, 


 

A foul torrential rain. 


 

Battles of space to overcome, 


 

Some scream and demand it’s theirs, 


 

Others will sit back and wait, 


 

Creating layers upon layers. 


 

The depth in which the canvas grows, 


 

The soul it starts to bear, 


 

Crucifying love and fear, 


 

Yet no one is aware. 


 

The flaws in composition,  


 

The cracks that start to show, 


 

The red that flows right through, 


 

Has nowhere else to go. 


 

The canvas decays with time, 


 

The paint will slowly fade, 


 

But the red that ran so deep, 


 

Will never leave the page. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WRITTEN BY CLARE O'DONNELL

PHOTOGRAPHY BY ASHUNI LUCÍA PÉREZ