Where is the Artist?

As Serenity sat on her bed, she looked down at her L.E.D. screen to see the time, “3:30AM…” she thought to herself, as she took a deep breath she closed her eyes and listened to soft music.

She imagined colors and serene scenery. She saw herself walk to her desk, pick up a simple number 2 pencil, and watched as her fingers guided the pencil slowly across the page, creating gentle lines and shadows with nothing more than a piece of graphite. She watched as the lines made circles and curls, she watched her own hand create something beautiful. Gray lines cover more and more of what was her art canvas. She made soft long lines and hard short lines, she created shapes and patterns. The tip of her pencil became smaller and smaller… Until finally, she was done. Serenity watched her own imagination hold up the piece of paper, ready to gaze a her art, the final project. She blinked once and smiled as she beheld the page. There, she gazed upon a white sheet, not a mark in sight.

Serenity opened her eyes and held her breath, staring back at her computer’s screen.