This wasn't an empty tin ether, so it hurt my shaking hand—the things I must do to get the proper perspective.

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This wasn't an empty tin ether, so it hurt my shaking hand—the things I must do to get the proper perspective.
That moment when you’re gonna brush your teeth but accidentally reach for a paint brush
Hand: So I’ve got some bad news...
Brain: You fucked it up didn’t you.
Hand: Yyyyyeah.........my bad.
*throws canvas out the window*
When you’re the type to normally skip lineart...
*starts adding some lineart and flat colours to a simple sketch with the intention of saving time to make a decent image to post*
*Finds that it ends up taking just as, if not more time than a polished, multi-tone painting anyways T_T...*
One of the most frustrating feelings in the world is going back to a painting and not being able to recreate a color because you can't remember how you made it in the first place
This easel was more brutal to assemble than I thought it would be. Now I need to prime my canvases and get ready to paint again
You haven't known true agony until you've tried to blend with a acrylic paint
Me talking about my dream apartment: Yeah, I just want a nice and simple place with a good bed, place to put all my art stuff, the walls painted a pretty color… but I don’t need anything too fancy. After all, what would I even do with all that space? Really, even a two bedroom apartment would be excessive.
Me when I accidentally look at French furniture: I need a palace. I need one hundred rooms with one hundred golden things each. Fuck the proletariat!