I don’t wanna be that guy.
BUT IF YOU ASK AN ARTIST TO DO SOMETHING, BE AS HELPFUL AS YOU CAN! BECAUSE IF THEY HAVE TO PULL TEETH TO GET A STRAIGHT ANSWER ON ANYTHING, THEN THERE IS A 99% CHANCE THEY WILL DROP YOU LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS AND YOU’RE OUT OF LUCK ON ANY FUTURE CHANCES TOO!
And if you suddenly vanish and refuse to talk to them, 100% chance you’re not getting what you wanted. Because making an artist wait without a good reason, you’re only hurting yourself there and wasting MY time.
Someone call a doctor, because doing this painting killed my hands. Good gravy. That foliage. HOWEVER. Finally, with some help and encouragement I managed to get through it. Special thanks to my fiance for their support and not letting me die in a deep, deep sea of despair :D
Steven Universe ala “The Swing” in homage to one of my fave painters, Jean-Honoré Fragonard.
the year is 2017. people are discoursing about dirk all over my dash. the heavens are crying as i slowly scribble a dirk that is neither soft or mean. he is just purely, solely and inconceivably tired. so tired.
So apparently I just picked up an $8,000 organ off of the curb
The few seconds before I realized you meant the instrument were terrifying
my dad is white but my mom, who does the cooking, is moroccan, so food is always spicy and tasty af. Once when i was like 10 i was visiting my (white) cousins in New Jersey and they ordered pizza, it was BLAND AS HELL, i asked for some hot sauce or *something* and they said "you know, good pizza doesn't need hot sauce, it kills the taste, also it's disrespectful to your guest to imply their food is not good" and it was like an epiphany and i understood why whites are so sad all the time
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