It Paints Me

Every night, you awaken in your studio and paint your masterpiece. Or, at least, you try to. Oh, if only your muse would return. If only lifting your brush didn't fill your fingertips with agony.

Every night, you awaken in your studio and paint your masterpiece. Or, at least, you try to. Oh, if only your muse would return. If only lifting your brush didn't fill your fingertips with agony.