(Well. Perhaps it's not ungodly, but certainly larger than I'm used to)
This is my studio by the way. Cute little set up, no? Complete with my bed and a fish to stare at me
I painted for eight hours today. I had to have my mom make me stop. I seriously mean it when I'm not used to a large canvas. They're so hard to manipulate and I'm so used to getting shit done in a day or so. No worries, though.
It was pretty brilliant
Mars is red? Yes? Cosmonaut? On Mars? Yes? Yes! I like it! Engage episode and begin!
TINT!(?)
UNDERPAINT!
FAIL!
Yeah so, where ever that Man on Mars idea went (perhaps in the dimension in dimension hole)
well, I could not say. There was not a whole lot of direction in the first place, so I'm not surprised after a few episodes of Star Trek it began to morph into some Vulcan-esk landscape. I kept the space-man's helmet for creative affect, I'll think of something deep to comment about it after the fact. I'm totally ripping off Leonard Nimoy's ears in this one, you wait. Or, I'll wait. I can't paint anymore tonight, I have a delibilitaing headache thanks to all my nonsense. Tootels
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