Can I just say that

This semester is going by way too fast. I may be the only person I know who is actually sad that it's coming to an end. I'm only excited that I won't have to go to printmaking at 8 am anymore.

On the bright side, I dropped enough hints around to get my sister and mom to gift me a standing easel for Christmas. That way I can keep painting even though I can't take a painting class next semester. I might just take permanent residence in the painting room like Alexa, although her beastly easel would probably make mine look like a dumpy hamster. Or maybe I'll take a break from the fumes seeing as I'll only be using sissy prisma colored pencils and markers next semester...

Also, I'm adding Kim Cogan to the list of peopleIloveandhateatthesametime.

Ihop adventures + the completion of your life

I had the brilliant idea of my sister and I being mad at each other at Ihop, so I sketched some ideas. Really, I just wanted an excuse to go to Ihop because their coffee is good and they have pancakes.

We took tons of pictures and I ended up liking a crazier angle. I used some photoshop magic and poof there's my reference.

I took these pictures with my phone, so they're not very good at all. I'll post better ones as soon as I remember to bring my camera to school.

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These precious gems were almost lost, but I rescued them.

Don told the class I have manly hands. I'm adding crooked to that. I have manly crooked hands.

Your life is officially complete! Exit to the right.

I love baking but

Baking is much easier than drawing and drawing is much easier than painting.

I'm not content unless I'm in a permanent state of frustration, so it only makes sense that I should go to art school.

I probably should've stayed at the U of A and become an English teacher, but I just want to make art.

Party cats + other junk

Everyone loves party cats and puppies except Aaron Miller.

A random sketchbook page! Coffee filters are pretty challenging to draw.

FYI: Party hats are very important in figure drawing.

Also, going to Home Depot by myself is probably the most stressful thing I've ever done in my life. I hyperventilate just thinking about it.
Next time, I'm bringing a friend. Preferably someone with a beard.