When I see a white sheet of paper, I get this urge to fill it up with words, sketches, numbers, anything would do. Just that I want the whiteness of the white sheet to vanish.
The whiteness overwhelms me, mocks me, yet serves as a playground if I choose to play. It is here that I try out my ideas, brainstorm and bring new things to life, with each stroke of pen/pencil reducing the whiteness lesser and lesser and in the end leaving behind a trail of whiteness arranged in interesting patterns.
The whiteness overwhelms me, mocks me, yet serves as a playground if I choose to play. It is here that I try out my ideas, brainstorm and bring new things to life, with each stroke of pen/pencil reducing the whiteness lesser and lesser and in the end leaving behind a trail of whiteness arranged in interesting patterns.
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