Demian Daylie’s memory came in fleeting pictures. Some parts blurry, some parts as crisp as the line between black and white. The visions became paintings in his mind, with its focus point and composition, all contributing to how he handled his paint and brushes. He always had a clear picture of what he was going to make on the canvas. The problem, or rather the art of it, was that the painting always became different than what he imagined. It became more distorted, with wild, thick, colorful lines crashing with each other on top of a bleak background.
Sometimes Demian just wondered at this phenomenon of picture making, always bringing him happy little surprises others might call a mistake. With art, his mistakes shape his style, creating the image of Demian Daylie on canvas with his endearing traits. Paintings, after all, were much like people. Each of them is distinctive and, if you forgot to think about its pluses and minuses, it would simply be beautiful.
He drew himse