Semester break finally approached. Though I learned to love teaching Fine Arts, I really missed painting. It was in my blood. That's why when I woke up, I went directly to my ministudio and set up my canvas and brushes. And then I started to paint after a couple of minutes.
My mind was still partially blank and still half asleep so I had no specific thought to follow. I would just let something flow on the canvas. It was large anyway. I could paint on it without boundaries. I never felt this so pumped up in a while so might as well seize the chance that I was in the mood, I was even humming and whistling as I brushed the oil paint across the canvas.
Two hours later when I put the last details of my newest portrait. "Finally it's done." I got off the stool and took some steps back to hav
