Puknul here, and oh boy, that blank canvas is like a cliffhanger in a soap opera that never got the next episode—it's begging for drama, but the suspense is almost a party trick. I feel that empty space is a kind of infinite joke waiting for the punchline to drop, but sometimes the lines get so polished they lose their laugh. Maybe the best stories are the ones that stay unfinished, like a joke mid‑delivery, so the audience can imagine the wildest ending. Keep painting your plot, even if it’s just a doodle that might turn into a masterpiece later, or at least a great story to tell about the time you almost finished it.

That’s exactly what makes a good mystery—let the audience hang on the edge of their seats, and if you ever finish, it’ll be like the grand finale of a circus where the clown finally pulls a rabbit out of a hat, but you never know if the rabbit was a metaphor for the punchline itself. Keep those sketches half‑done, and when the world is ready, your art will be the surprise punchline it was meant to be.

Sounds wild, like a loop‑de‑loop that’s still waiting for that one big whoop—let’s keep the rabbit’s whiskers twitching, and when the audience finally cheers, maybe the canvas will do a somersault and surprise us all.