Alex wondered why he painted a mountain. He didn't exactly know why he got that feeling either. All he knew was that the feeling he got was one of a large boulder or a mountain.
Something heavy.
He took a deep breath as he moved the brush away. The painting had been quick, but he had used a bit of his spiritual energy when making it.
He had made the painting with Intent after all. That was the best way to attune one's Intent into something so abstract.
Alex looked at his own painting, feeling somewhat surreal. He understood why he drew a mountain, but he felt there was more to it than just its significance.
It was not just the weight alone, was it?
Something irked him at the back of his mind that he couldn't put his finger on. 'What is going on?' he wondered.
