Drawing with pastels, I realized that it doesn't matter what color you got the sheet (on the dark one only color spots play brighter), because all the colors are in my hands. I rub the colored dust on my sheet of paper with my fingers - and the images of my paintings come to life.
Living this life, I remember more and more often - I choose all the colors myself. Just me. It depends only on me what kind of picture of life I will write. And I no longer look back at the past, I choose the most beautiful colors, and the light pours through my hands, through my eyes.
And the great thing is it's never too late to redraw your picture. Just take a napkin and brush the colored dust off the sheet, and reapply the paints you like. And now the image of a new life sounded in the frame: happy, easy, delightful.
What colors will you choose?