He stood there, by a window. Drawing, painting, sprawling on the ground. He would stand and erase or redo a portion before running around. Paranoid and schizophrenic, he would suddenly jump to the ground.
He erased everything he started but what he wanted to erase most of all, he could not.
You can’t erase an empty canvas, only cover it.
Written as part of the A to Z 2016 challenge.