Paint is Evil

Here are some recent paintings. The above is my favourite. Just two people. There they are.

I decided to do some rough paintings recently just to relax but also to feel like I was "creating something" without putting much thought into it. Just feeling the paint move around and make rough, dry marks and kinda get everywhere. As soon as I've painted some nonsense in a day I start to feel like I'm a real person and I did something. After that I can eat noodles and browse Amazon for hair clips with skulls on them for 45 minutes.

One thing I always notice is that if I haven't painted much in a while I'll try to move slowly for more control. It takes a little while to loosen up and remind myself that big, quick, sweeping movements work better for me most of the time. I gotta work with the chaotic movement of paint. The paint knows what it wants.

The paint wants to be evil, and I'm gonna let it.

 

Little Star 🌟

I decided to try and recreate the little star person avatar I always use with these photos, since a while ago I saw people recreating their avatars and I thought it seemed like a cute idea. It would've been cool to figure out a way to make my amazing paper star light up (maybe position the fairy lights here in such a way that one of them could light up the star), but a paper star on its own will do.

I'm wearing what is clearly a summer outfit, but that's because its hot at every moment of my life still. Hopefully soon I will turn into the large pumpkin with long, thick drapes for a body. Until then, simply pluck an acorn from my bellybutton and respect the acid wash shorts.

I really love this top btw, it's from New Look, and is so well fitted it truly shocks me. A rare occurrence. Tank tops frequently make me feel a bit too exposed but I think that's partly because I've worn some extremely thin and not very well fitting ones in the past. This one: 1. fits, & 2. is thick enough to feel like real clothing. So my high standards have finally been met.

I've been thinking about cutting my hair short lately (to be free from its mass), but on the other hand: hair down to the ankles would be funny and cool, and I could start a long hair Instagram and probably go on This Morning and say "yes Phillip Scofield, my hair is long as hell". So, the decision is tough.

 One day I'll figure it out.