Yeah, this is pretty much how I feel about the universe.  I just imagine standing on a hill somewhere, looking up at the stars and just feeling all the awesomeness totally WHOOSH through me.  The stars in the sky, the mind blowing expanse of it all, that’s pretty much my religion. This little painting actually started out like this: And it probably could’ve stayed like  that and I would’ve been happy.  That’s my idea of »

This is my writing desk in my bedroom.  I just set this up recently, and I love it, it makes me so freaking happy.  I have my regular big creativity table out in the living room, but these days, it’s buried 3 layers deep in paintings.  So I love that I have a space completely dedicated to journal writing.  I haven’t been writing much in the last few years, but suddenly I’ve started up again.  I feel like I’ve come back »

Yeah, so far my experience of my drawing class is two and a half hours of sitting on my stool going “I suck, I suck, I have no idea what I’m doing”.  Seriously.  It’s a little rough to sit with that much crap for that long, twice a week.   At this point, I’m just really glad the life drawing class I had planned on taking just after this class ended up being closed.  5 hours of drawing after working all day would’ve »