Titanium White

The copper inlay wrapped around my finger brings me comfort. As I spread white paint across the canvas with my hands feeling the cold white in my fingers. Knowing the cold substance for the first time and forever. Painting it white. Replacing the past print of another. I can feel the lines in hands. As I take them in the direction in which I am told to go. No words. I just know when i'm wrong and I move the line in the opposite direction.