I destroyed a painting on wensday night. I had put so much effort into it, did it in oils.
I was puting a 'protective' coat on it and all the colours bleed into each other, looking at it now disgusts me, it was to be a gift for a friend, now I have nothing. I cant believe I destroyed it. I have decided to paint only in acrylics from now on and save myself any future pain. Wouldn't ya know it, it was the first painting where I ever got the ocean to look perfect and now no one will ever see it.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Chapter 44
If you are not always wanting, you can be at peace.
And if you are not always trying to be someone
You can be who you really are
and go the whole way.
And if you are not always trying to be someone
You can be who you really are
and go the whole way.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
My phone died, funeral on friday
brand new phone with wonderful features - $679
the fact that I have no idea how to use it - Priceless
There are somethings money can't buy, everything else is TOO FUCKING EXPENSIVE
the fact that I have no idea how to use it - Priceless
There are somethings money can't buy, everything else is TOO FUCKING EXPENSIVE
Monday, October 02, 2006
Scott's Dead
A friend of mine died on tuesday, I wasn't told till friday. They say he hung himself, but I can't bring myself to believe that. I was one of the few friends he had, not many liked him because he was so strong willed and could not be brought round to a different point of view, in fact almost no one liked him. In that respect he was the last person that would have killed himself, he also did not agree with suicide. It happened in his exwifes house, not his own, this is also unusual and suggestive.
I may not have been a good friend to Scott, but he was always nice to me, even when we argued. I would like to make sure it was a suicide, but how does one go about disproving the police, and I have no connections. It wouldn't matter if I was wrong in my assumptions at least then I would know. I wish they'd told me sooner, I missed the funeral.
I may not have been a good friend to Scott, but he was always nice to me, even when we argued. I would like to make sure it was a suicide, but how does one go about disproving the police, and I have no connections. It wouldn't matter if I was wrong in my assumptions at least then I would know. I wish they'd told me sooner, I missed the funeral.
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