Day 10

Overhead, the ceiling was illuminated by a single light bulb but held nothing. She looked at it for a while and considered painting it the next day, but then she was short and ceilings were not usually the object of critique anyway. Instead she approached the easel that held her latest work, a minimalist approach to commercialism, and then she wondered just how much her art differed from the ceiling, with its bareness, with its dependence on the light bulb. How far can her art take her? How far can she take her art? She thought long and repainted everything.