When it is right, you know it?
I’ve long believed in that, awaiting the validation of truth. Have and keep, not have and have ripped away, burned, exploded or otherwise lost.
The only way to know is to walk forward, open, in anticipation of the uncertain road ahead.
My canvas is white and not smeared with failure.
I do not know, I only hope.
I will fail again, only to procure a new surface to draw upon.