Jay went back to the studio the next morning.He stood in front of a blank canvas. Cole's words echoed in his head. Paint nothing. Just paint the canvas white. Or black. Or whatever color you want. Just paint without trying.He picked up a brush. He dipped it in black paint. He made a single stroke across the canvas. Then another. Then another. He didn't think about what he was doing. He just moved his hand.An hour later, the canvas was covered in black. Thick layers. Dark. Heavy.He stepped back.Rivera walked in. She didn't knock."You're painting," she said."I'm painting.""What is it?""I don't know."She walked to the canvas. She looked at it for a long time."It's dark," she said."It is.""Keep going."Jay picked up the brush again. He added white. Then gray. Then a flash of red. The canvas started to change. A figure emerged from the darkness. A woman. Her face was hidden. Her hands were reaching forward.He painted until his arm ached. He painted until the sun went down. Wh
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