I'm pseudo-painting again. Pseudo because I'm never really getting into any figure yet. And ratio of my sleep to actually painting is grave. I am actually in a graveyard shift this week, so what do I expect. I just wish I could finish it before the exhibit. And make the most difficult part of art: giving a just title.
Oh, and the world seems to do it again. Mock. But bring it on. You can't shake my ground. I learned to just stuck my tongue out on you.
P.S. Never try to look for me either. I'm happiest here.
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