Every time I walk past this place at night this mannequin freaks me out. They should never have emotions like this. Only the deranged have emotions like this.
I worked more on my painting. Though not so much in the painting aspect and more in the drawing aspect. So many different and confusing layers. I’m liking how it is starting to come out though. Perhaps starting to capture the ordered chaos of the city. Now I just need to add the detail and color to capture the grime.
I ran into someone playing the trumpet on the street outside of Barnes and Nobel. He said that I dress nicely, but wondered if I was gay. So from my mum telling me that I don’t know how to dress myself to everyone else telling me that I dress so well that I come off as gay.. I need to start ignoring what my mum tell me. Segway.
The man playing the trumpet then asked me that when you do something to better yourself why is it that people don’t seem to acknowledge it. Is it out of jealously? Is it just because they want to be able to talk trash? I told him yes. He kind of frowned, shook my hand, and said thank you.
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