As previously stated, I was not excited about the piece I worked on last night from the previous post. It was alarmingly underwhelming at the time and nothing's worse than going to bed feeling like you just effectively took a poo on a canvas for the last three hours...
So instead of calling it a night i decided to play with some paint and make a finger painting. It's not symbolic, it's not meaningful, it's basically something easy...something comfortable. Something cute. And you know what, it made me feel better so I'll call it a successful piece.
This would be part of the endless mountain of crap I'd have if I kept everything I made, had enough money to buy new surfaces all the time, and didn't put anything out in the public. It's just too bad it's gonna get wrecked the next time I shake up my bucket O' white paint!
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