Man, yesterday was such a horrible day. I went to bed so angry after the game. Things that weren’t really bothering me before starting really fuming me, preventing me from falling asleep. I started thinking about the jerk who put out that tire spike, how I couldn’t print my book and how my ipod was dead. My toes were freezing cold and that was making mad too. I got up to go sleep on the couch near the heat and when I did a huge end of a press roll of paper fell on my foot and I screamed profanity so loud, I’m surprised I didn’t wake you all up. I’m much better today.
Anyway, I’ve finished my first painting in two weeks. It takes me no longer than a few hours to finish a piece start to finish but when I don’t even pick up a brush in two weeks it really halts progress. I need to get back into it. I guess it was that this particular collage was not something very inspiring to me, but it’s over and not too bad, but you can tell 1. I haven’t painted in a while and 2. My heart wasn’t in it. Sorry for the blurry photo. Also, note the tiny brush I have been using, erin lent it to me.