BASEMENT ART

“I locked myself in the art studio of my basement one day. Surrounded by large tin paint pails stacked to the ceiling and blank canvases scattered across the floor, I drew the curtains closed and let my mind wander. I peeled each pail cover off carefully, one at a time. Then, I toppled the stacks over the canvases violently. I closed my eyes as I stomped around the open space, hearing the paint slosh underneath me. I envisioned the colours mixing harmoniously as I picked the canvases up and tossed them across the room, still with my eyes closed. I heard them bang against the exposed brick walls. I poured paint over my body and became part of the artwork I was creating. I smashed the empty tin pails and broken canvases over my head to feel the artwork. I continued this for a few days, bringing my masterpiece to life. And I wish I could have told you what a masterpiece it had turned out to be. But I wouldn’t know, I never made it out of the basement.”