He had the most artistic talent this world has ever seen.
He used to dip his brush into his black paint and swirl it around.
Hw would then stroke up and down actually eyeing and thinking about the meaning of his work. After a few minutes he would quick painting,
cut himself slightly and drain his blood into the paint. He dabbed his paintbrush in this natural paint. His blood electrified and maximized all the potential that blank paper had.
Days went by after his last painting. He couldn't seem to create anymore of his beautiful artwork for his artwork was not a hobby. Art was his life. And he gave his life to art.
(His life was empty..)