Continuing to practice random acts of tomfoolery in the art room. Pure hits of narcotic bliss. One after another.
No outcome in mind when I start except a good time. My inner 2nd grade craft monkey is practically stuttering with excitement. Playful exploring. Is there a better drug? I don’t think so. Naturally while I’m getting busy with the wood panels, my emotions run the gamut. I pretty much flip back and forth between these 2 headlines:
LA Art Genius Stuns the ARt World
Imbecilic Talentless Crackpot Hack Needs a New Hobby