julian stared at the canvas before him, paint smudged on his cheek and hands. he shook his head at the piece and looked back at the other. “i just don’t like it,” he groaned. another few hours spent on work he didn’t even end up liking. “this is ridiculous. i don’t get it. i have good ideas, i just can’t execute them. i don’t know how to fix it.” @corriewrites









