enough of this silliness. it is time to paint.

[kiki_rimbaud]

A very wise woman once told me "paint so that you will want to vomit afterward." I spent the last seven hours painting my monstrous affront to god. I do feel like vomiting, but I also feel like this painting may be worth signing. I used brushes on long sticks (thank you Sara) and while they were a bit unwieldy at first, I think they helped. The bonus part to that was walking home through the loop with my hair in pigtails, paint smeared on my face, and carrying brushes taped to six foot sticks on my shoulder. Cars slowed down to see what the hell I was doing. I imagine I looked like my glorious Irish ancestors returning from a successful potato hunting trip.
Will the painting turn horrible overnight?
Will I have something fresh and exciting to bitch about?
Did the Irish have a primitive hunting/gathering society?
You can find out tomorrow.