“Alright, I get it! You don’t have to ruin such a beautiful painting just to prove your point, and I am sorry,” Charlotte states out loud, causing me to drift back into reality and watch the damage I have done.
The strokes of the brush are not as even as it was before out of the pressure I have put too much on the canvas. The painting field is not thin, but not that thick as well to prevent me from making a whole out of the strain. I quickly retrieve my hand and relieved that it can still be fixed. I can still add more paint to even the surface, blending the colors to the shade I want to produce. As simple as that.
This is one of the strongest reasons why I desired my shape of power as well ─ the reversal. Sometimes in existence, I just want to change some things. There are some actions
