Paper

I believe we all go through certain centuries in our life. In our own way and time. Some visible to others, while some crumpled and stored in the deepest shelves of our hearts. Because life was never meant to be a straight road through a garden. We all started of with a piece of paper, and from there the freedom to either throw it away, or paint it with the most beautiful of colors. While some artists like to go simple, some experiment. And from those "experiments"- we learn.