Poem called painting

Painting is a struggle of a brush, intertwining to create a beautiful masterpiece in front of my eyes. The canvas is an empty field, waiting to be filled with vibrant colours and a million words. Through painting, we create amazing masterpieces, which is another form of art in my eyes. Others never let the ink or paint run dry, and it is when your masterpiece of art gets shown at an exhibition in a gallery that it becomes extraordinary, showing the endless possibilities of art. Through painting, we can express our feelings and emotions, allowing them to flow freely onto the canvas.