Somewhere that I could sleep all night... all day tomorrow... and tomorrow night too. I'm so tired... I can feel it in my bones. That's real cliche and something people older than I say... but seriously... my knees are killing me, heh.
I just spent around 4-5 hours painting. I nearly finished one, am more than half way with another, and I've got about 45% done with the final one. They're a set, and they are gunna kick ass when they're done. Or at least, I hope they will. Thank God for glazing to save my ass from color wierdness.
I love this painting thing. It's really theraputic. Cathartic perhaps works better. I can forget everything else for a time and just concentrate on my art. It feels great... especially when you take a step back and it really looks how you wanted it to. My guess is that it feels as good as the applause after acting, the thrill of doing a complex dance right, or giving a perfect presentation. It's a really good feeling... and it's part of the reason I do art.
Tomorrow, I must speak on Alex! (Btw- haven't spelled Tomorrow right the first time until right here).
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