I don't know how I manage to leave without having an arguments with Seviro. I just found myself sitting on the single wooden chair while facing my canvas and holding my paint brush. His words keep on ringing inside my head. It's alarming because of the unwanted feeling that slowly growing inside me.
Is this what Viscos talking about?
I shake my head and shrugged it off. I should stop thinking Seviro and I should stop bothering myself from things that are not necessary. I exhale and start to move my hand. I'm painting a conifer tree. I was transfixed when I saw a conifer tree on our way home and I can't get it off out of my head so I decided to paint it.
