since it's the cool thing to do...
my keyboard has carrot shreds caught between the j and k .
thank you incessant stuff your face reflex
hands are suffering from a mild case of sticky.
the result of vigorous orange peeling habit
what is love? baby don't hurt me. don't hurt me anymore.
i love art.
i love free ranging it around glorious room after glorious room of paintings, furniture, jewelry, tapestry, sculpture, the list goes on...
i love being an art history student and truly appreciating the masters more and understanding the more recent art movements
i love how we gather around paintings and discuss, trying to not sound pretentious while offering our sincere opinions.
i love finding works i recognize from books, slides, and lectures. and knowing a bit of the artists' life to back it up
i love lagging behind the group while i take b&w snapshots of the city and then hurrying to catch up at the stoplight
i love the whisper and giggle surrounding the bronzino and references to humanity.
i love the gerard richter book on the floor next to this chair
i love my sketchbook at arms length away from me
i love unsuspecting models
i love knowing that i can dedicate my life to artmaking, a mingling of excitement and terror into one hyperventilating mass armed with a paintbrush and an idea
i feel almost like stephen but not quite. i am no christian struggling with my faith, but i feel as if i should do more and talk less.
thank you incessant stuff your face reflex
hands are suffering from a mild case of sticky.
the result of vigorous orange peeling habit
what is love? baby don't hurt me. don't hurt me anymore.
i love art.
i love free ranging it around glorious room after glorious room of paintings, furniture, jewelry, tapestry, sculpture, the list goes on...
i love being an art history student and truly appreciating the masters more and understanding the more recent art movements
i love how we gather around paintings and discuss, trying to not sound pretentious while offering our sincere opinions.
i love finding works i recognize from books, slides, and lectures. and knowing a bit of the artists' life to back it up
i love lagging behind the group while i take b&w snapshots of the city and then hurrying to catch up at the stoplight
i love the whisper and giggle surrounding the bronzino and references to humanity.
i love the gerard richter book on the floor next to this chair
i love my sketchbook at arms length away from me
i love unsuspecting models
i love knowing that i can dedicate my life to artmaking, a mingling of excitement and terror into one hyperventilating mass armed with a paintbrush and an idea
i feel almost like stephen but not quite. i am no christian struggling with my faith, but i feel as if i should do more and talk less.