my blank canvas

When I purchased my ipod, it resembled a blank canvas. It brought me back to a memory of my brother just before he would start a new painting. My brother is an abstract painter. He is 22 years old and from as far back as I can remember he has been creating masterpieces out of anything and everything. I see my ipod as a masterpiece in the making. With his paintbrush in hand, he slowly began to create what was to be a beautiful piece. Every song on my ipod just like every brush stroke adds to the final product. My ipod is the soundtrack to my life. Music fills my heart with feeling, passion, and excitement just as a blank canvas does for my brother. My ipod is my blank canvas.