I finally finished this plate. It took me three weeks. WTF! It looks horrible. After I finished it, I crawled under my work table and cried. I'm really glad it was 2:30am so there wasn't anyone around. I decided I wasn't an artist and never will be one.
I think there is going to be some major cracking problems. While we're on the subject of me not being an artist. Here are some pots I've made.
After I dried my eyes and stopped being a little bitch. I stared at all the
cockroach drawings I made earlier that day that I hung in my studio. Then
decided to sketch a roach in clay. Here it be.
Also earlier in the day, while I was drawing roaches I was talking to Loring online. I told him how bad my feet smelled and he suggested that I draw feet on my cockroaches, instead I drew roaches on my feet.
I should have done this the one and only night I attempted Goth night. I would have been a gothster (goth star) instead of being a hipster (hip star).
1 comment:
i like your feet.
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