this is how i’m leaving it for this morning. if i didn’t have errands to run and places to go, i would have kept painting
which doesn’t mean i can’t use it
my paintbrush broke…
my lady. when i start a painting, i always wonder what the outcome will be. what will this lady be doing? will she be alone? to me, deciding these things is scarier than a white canvas
empty, quiet, scary: it’s not actually scary. i just look at it and think: oh my god that’s a lot of ground to cover
Great!