You know how you deal with your anger and disappointment with an over-worked painting beyond repair that you put 45 hours into for no fucking reason?
YOU GET YOUR PALETTE KNIFE OUT AND SCRAPE BULLSHIT PAINT ALL OVER YOUR BULLSHIT PAINTING AND TOSS THE CANVAS IN THE DUMPSTER.
I feel like if this guy were an animal, he would be my spirit animal. As of now, he’s just my hero.
(Source: meanplastic, via sagerrocks)
I need an easel. Sitting on the floor painting something 40” tall is hell on my already broken spine. Thirty hours into this portrait and I’m not even done with the face. Still have the rest of the painting!
AND I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
Someone find this dress made entirely of sequins fabric. I don’t care what color, as long as it isn’t white or black. This style kaftan in size “gigantic breasts”.
I WANT TO LOOK LIKE A ROCK GOD MAGE!!
MY BIRTHDAY IS IN OCTOBER. HELP ME HUNT.
Three hams will thrill him. Three hams will thrill him. Why don’t you feed him… three HAAAAAMS?!