Strokes of Genius, Thursday (March 11)
The mostly finished painting from yesterday, Katchoo's interpretation of herself from the other Fandom as gleaned from what she'd gotten out of the other Francine over the weekend, was still set up on the easel by the counter this morning but Katchoo wasn't working on it. The radio was tuned to some station that seemed set on playing the ultimate Lilith Fair lineup as Katchoo would define it: more Heart and Emmylou Harris than Jewel and Sarah McLachlan, so the balance worked out . . . though she was starting to decide she really liked Sara Bareilles.
The music wasn't her primary concern, anyway; mostly, she was sitting on the stool beside the easel, contemplating the portrait and wondering if, after all, it was best left unfinished. Some things didn't need to be fully realized.
Or maybe that was too pretentious?
Screw it -- she reached for her paints and got back to work.
[OOC: Wherever my ability to leave the house on time today went, there shall the OCD be found.]
The music wasn't her primary concern, anyway; mostly, she was sitting on the stool beside the easel, contemplating the portrait and wondering if, after all, it was best left unfinished. Some things didn't need to be fully realized.
Or maybe that was too pretentious?
Screw it -- she reached for her paints and got back to work.
[OOC: Wherever my ability to leave the house on time today went, there shall the OCD be found.]