Letter to Theo

Today,I had planned to start a new canvas.I streched the canvas,took all my colors,brushes and other art material and reached the studio early morning.But something went wrong,call it a mood swing or laziness or am still trying to figure it out.I just dint feel like painting and I left the college.My enthusiasm generally reaches the peak and then suddenly falls down,which was exactly the case today too.And now am thinking about the canvas,how it was staring at me like an idiot!
Then thought about Vincent Vangogh,like many other art students hes my motivation to paint.
Vincent use to write letters to his brother stating about art and his daily life and majorly his artistic struggle.
His letter contained rich text and his perception on various aspects of painting.I read this paragraph in this book named "Lust for Life" and these are definately some lines which at the moment I need to dash the canvas tommorow.

I tell you, if one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of going wrong, one must not be afraid of making mistakes now and then. Many people think that they will become good just by doing no harm — but that's a lie, and you yourself used to call it that. That way lies stagnation, mediocrity.
Just slap anything on when you see a blank canvas staring you in the face like some imbecile. You don't know how paralyzing that is, that stare of a blank canvas is, which says to the painter, You can't do a thing. The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves. Many painters are afraid in front of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the real, passionate painter who dares and who has broken the spell of 'you can't' once and for all.
Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily. He wades in and does something and stays with it, in short, he violates, “defiles” — they say. Let them talk, those cold theologians.

Thank you Mr.Vangogh.
As truly said in the song,"This world was not meant for one as beautiful as you."