Hell I cannot sleep.
And perhaps Misty's Big Adventure are to blame.
Whirlpool of thigs that i want to do, right now. Why does this have to happen at night? When i have to be up at 9 am. To be fair i haven't even tried to force myself to sleep yet, i've been too happy looking at WKW. And just found this. It reminded me of how i want my work to be, tired and old, worn and loved.
....only i hope i don't have to be in prison to make my sketchpad this lush.
....only i hope i don't have to be in prison to make my sketchpad this lush.
And then i remembered the lovely old colouring book at my grandma's, and all the pictures my Aunty drew of Disney characters, and how i MUST get them soon.
I remember just loving to have fun with materials and there being no pretense, well that could be a lie as i was always slightly held back by being a failing perfectionist. But still.
From all of this i got over excited and began to think of all the things i long to make and then i got angry because i didn't make anything all week. Bad bad bad. Must work tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a joy.
Full of paint and blunders.
I remember just loving to have fun with materials and there being no pretense, well that could be a lie as i was always slightly held back by being a failing perfectionist. But still.
From all of this i got over excited and began to think of all the things i long to make and then i got angry because i didn't make anything all week. Bad bad bad. Must work tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a joy.
Full of paint and blunders.
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