Tuesday, February 16

The day I pain[t]ed

Which i haven't done since like the first grade or so. And that totally killed me because I was so frustrated that whatever came out of my hands was NOT what was in my mind. Pfft! I don't know how those painters do it, i swear.

The end product (basically shit):



My friend is a pro:


All the pretty colors:


This is how people who enjoy it really look like:


I look like I am about to give birth, extremely excited. NOT!

1 comment:

V said...

hi!