First in class painting for my Situation and Environment class:
… And so it begins. Oil painting. We have our first homework project due a week from Friday and I”m a little stressed. Color painting freaks me out. It seems like whenever I pick up the brush all my fundamentals fly out the window and I just can’t function. I’m scared that I can’t make sense of color, that I can’t control the medium, and so far my attempts have proven me right. But there’s nothing like a bath of fire to clean this deep down dirt out of me.
where did “thirsty boots” come from?
Well, I let my thirsty boots wander all over, and they come home with lies about women.
ah, pusa. i thought maybe it was a mishearing of worry boots.