Art, life, and the full moon
It was a full moon last night, and I went down to the creek just down the road with Elsa. As we walked holding wine bottle, half full glass of wine, the police saw us and didn't mind. It's good to remind myself of my witchiness. I need more large canvases... or at least more materials to make them. For that I need lots of canves, stretcher bars and frames, huge pots of gesso, really good hard core and heavy duty staple guns, access to a table rotary saw, and the money for them. I can buy approximate sizes of pre-stretched canvases, but I think I need more variation than the standard sizes usually allow for.
My mother's going to be in town for my birthday proper, she asked me where she could take me out to dinner. I'm going to go, fully knowing it will ruin my day. Please don't tell me I don't have to. You don't live in my shoes. I know that I'm choosing this, it seems the better choice to me at the moment.
My mother's going to be in town for my birthday proper, she asked me where she could take me out to dinner. I'm going to go, fully knowing it will ruin my day. Please don't tell me I don't have to. You don't live in my shoes. I know that I'm choosing this, it seems the better choice to me at the moment.