I have to have 85% of my painting finished by tomorrow. It is not anywhere close to there. Not at all.
My back was hurting from painting in the studio at school (metal stools with no backs), so I brought all my painting stuff to Drew’s house where I could turn up the music and work in a more comfortable environment. Except that there wasn’t any space for my painting anywhere but on the bed. That’s the nice thing about being an adult. You can do all those things your mom would have never let you do. Like paint on the bed. ๐
I’ve been painting for several hours and I haven’t even gotten any paint on the bed! See Mom! ๐
Although I’m somewhat frustrated at my painting though. It isn’t turning out like I want it to and is taking five times as long as the time I have to do it in. ๐
My brain feels kind-of like this:
Hopefully it gets better, quickly.
The bad thing about painting on the bed is not the paint you do or do not get on the bed, but the fact that before you can GO to bed you have to clean up all that mess! No quitting and picking up tomorrow where you left off! ๐
Happy Painting! (sorry Drew, looks like you are sleeping on the Floor!)
Hahahaaa I know, I was just joking with you. ๐ But I had to take my painting to class today, so I would have had to clean up anyway. If I was painting in the art studio at school I would have had to pick up everything when I left too. ๐