Last night I painted until I realized how I despised what I was creating. I scribbled in the rest of the print and came to school 2 hours early to do another print. The edges explode, the tip of the fingerprint constricts and stands defiantly in resistance. It was very, very abstract.

Many people liked the print. Many people commented, one came up after to class to compliment, yet my eyes still narrow and my lips purse to remember what the professor said:

“Conceptually, yes, but literally, no.”