I swear. I think about you every.single.day.
I have been bound (and gagged) by horrible grown up stuff like…cleaning and signing leases and paying bills. Yuck. Short story with zero periods: Our lease is up in July, the same direction our rent is going, we were going to move, I cleaned like one does when preparing to move (as in, hauled ass cleaning EVERYTHING), I created a donation pile so large I will have to make multiple trips, decided not to move, everything is nice and clean, and I have been doing much artwork since. Even some things to sell! Woohoo!
Tonight I quickly sketched out a drawing for an eventual painting I want to do for our living room/Manbearpig Cave. Hopefully the painting will be done tomorrow when the Husband is gone. Then I will hang it in said cave so when he comes home, he can “oooh” and “aaah” and all of that stuff people REALLY into action figures do.
Please note that the current figure has 3 hands and some seriously twisted features…he will be losing 1 hand and his features will be restored.
It Does Art 