So, Uni is over, and I’m at my mum’s for break, and I’ve taken over a corner of the lounge room to art myself away. I would have thought that after painting my fingers off for Uni that I’d be over it, but, no.
I’m actually enjoying the process of painting a lot more without having teachers hanging over my shoulder or worrying about whether or not it fulfils a certain criteria. I’m just painting pictures I found that I thought would be good for practice, and it’s nice :)
Portrait of my friend Kate. She’s wonderful so this is my way of showing it :)
Yeah… today felt like that.
All I’ve gotta do is write an essay thing on how awesome one of my teacher’s artworks is . It shouldn’t be hard, she’s awesome and skilled and all types of successful that I hadn’t realised, plus her drawings are fantastic, but. THINKING. WHY. DOES NOT. NO.
….there’s also an ant on my window. He’s crawling for the sky. Ironically, from where I’m sitting, he’s now hovering in the sly.
I feel like I don’t use this enough, but I don’t want to use it too much in case it tick people off.
