Chapter 6
The blank canvas in front of him might as well have had a tongue to stick out at him and mock him appropriately. Tony sighed and dropped his hand to his thigh, the paintbrush leaving a speck of paint on his already paint ruined jeans. What was another spot?
It’s not that he couldn’t make money with painting, he’d done very well for himself so far, but the problem was the massive block in his mind. Painting had always been a release, a freeing vibe that allowed him to zero in on the canvas in front of him, forget about the outside world and just let his mind and body take over the movement of the brush. Now there was no movement, and his mind, while clear of everything else, was nothing but a black hole, lacking any creative inspiration.
It was the reason he was looking into pa
