I've finally finished the painting. The acrylic one. For some reason I have a bad sorethoath now, not quite sure why. Guess it has something to do with the fact that when I'm painting I don't realize that time is actually passing and I often end up working for 6 hours straight without drinking or eating or anything. Plus acrylic paints smell really bad.
And I totally ruined my white lab coat (the one I was supposed to wear during chem or sculture classes at school but that I'd always forget home - cuz I was smart like that), pratically spread the whole palette on it. And you know acrylic paint can't be washed away... Meh, I'm such a mess when I paint. That's why I wear all useless clothes. I'd probably manage to paint my underwear too if I wasn't wearing layers and layers of clothes. And the coat.
I tried to explain mom how bad it was, before actually showing her the disaster. But she was like, "Oh, there's nothing the washing machine can't fix." all proud of her washing machine skills, and I'm like "No, you don't understand: it's unrecoverably, palette-spreaded acrylic dirty. *shows the coat*" ans she gets all thoughtful (which is not a good sign, so not) and ends up saying "Wow, it looks like on of those weird shapes that the psychiatrists use to understand if you've been abused as a child or if you'll become a serial killer and stuff like that. I think it looks like a... um... seagull covered in oil maybe." Man, wonder what that says about her... should I be worried?
And, feeling very artistic these days, I also posted a few "Life" icons you can find here