Ever had the feeling of not being able to end up what you wanted your works to be. Like the blind, I lost my sight. Like a mute, I cannot speak. As an artist, my hands don’t work anymore. I force my piece to be something I visioned it to be but it seems to be going nowhere. My hands are already disabled. And all that’s left are the frustrations, disappointments and annoyance of not achieving what I want. Just like my canvas, I will always be incomplete. My piece will always be unending.