Chaos

A blob of charcoal marred my canvas of aqua and mint and beige and salmon. It was then I realized how a blot, even the tiniest one, could ruin what I once deemed as amazing.

But as I peered at that steel gray, it dawned on me, aren't we all a little ray of pitch black?

In the end, it's all about using the entire box of crayons. 

So, on I went to splatter my canvas with shades new, creating a piece more colorful, thus finding my calm in those chaos.