I look at the blank paper in front of me. I pick up my paint brush and i place it gently upon the page. Blacks and purples dance wildly across the page. slowly, my work seems to come to life. a crow looks back at me, a mishtevious glow in it's eye. the crow starts to move around, trying to brake free from the invisable chains that hold him to the paper. he jumps off the page, splattering paint in all directions. he looks at me, then hops to an open window, and flys away to freedom. i look back at the once again blank paper. i pick up a new paint brush, and i begin again.