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I spent the day working on my new painting. Since my classes aren’t really filling up my schedule too much I thought I’d try working on my artwork more. Also hoping to get this done for when I go to Seattle on the 19th.

My ruler is too short.

I went café hopping today while working on this. Needed to get out of the apartment. I kept getting complements today. It was nice.

It seems that today was the artwalk in Missoula, but I didn’t really know what was going on. I didn’t really want to do the whole artwalk thing though because I had both my bags and didn’t want to be wandering through crowded areas with that much ‘junk in my trunk.’ Instead I drank too much tea (well, lots of tea, can’t really admit to it being too much) and worked on my painting. The paints were just the one’s left over on my saucer from the last painting, so I ran out of most of the colors that I really needed.. Just need to re-add some colors and I’ll be good. Well, namely black, which is a shade, not a color. Whatever. Trivial.

Homesick.

I think that a lot of the proportions in this painting are slightly off. Hopefully its just me being nit-picky. I want to fill the upper level with clotheslines, but not having something in my mind to reference I’ve been having the damndest time trying to place them. I finally looked up some reference images and I think that perhaps the clotheslines are situated beneath the window, which would make so much more sense that way off to the side.. eh.

I need to run back to Billings soon to get more of my tea items and other miscellaneous items (like my 501).
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