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. 🙂
I’ve been painting for several hours and I haven’t even gotten any paint on the bed! See Mom! 😉
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. 🙁
My brain feels kind-of like this:
Hopefully it gets better, quickly.