My day off yesterday was a disaster. I don’t recommend days off… Just work and work and keep on working, I mean, if your job is to paint anyway.

Because I stayed home one fucking day and all hell broke loose on me.

One fucking day, man.

The bad thing about being exhibited with my favourite living artists is that thy all have 10 page portfolios and super thick cv’s and I’m like “Hello I just started painting like, yesterday”.

Also, I don’t even want to know their artist’s statements. And I cannot write mine. Because it’d be like:

  • I paint because it keeps me from like, killing myself;
  • I had a crush on my painting prof;
  • I am really neat and I cannot control everything so it really helps to control things at least on a piece of board;
  • I. just. need. it.

Ahh.