Plucked out creations

The damp and shadowy pines huddled toghether into a forest. This dark mass of slender twigs and protruding roots was crossed by multiple paths, but These would take you abselutely nowhere. They were only there to provide the artist's needy souls with a, " help I'm lost" premeditated and very useful session. This would tear apart any kind of creative block, yanking strokes of panic from deep inside a painter's mind or chalking away pages of desperation by a strayed writer's trembling hands.