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My works in progress. I find myself working on them more than I should with my work load for university, but that just seems to be the way that life works. When you need to be doing something your desires transfix on things that are not necessary.

I have come to points of frustration with both of them lately, but thankfully the frustration is just because of little questions as to color and style and not something that would be detrimental to the pieces. My usual way around these road blocks would be to start inking in what I have already colored, but at this point I am trying my best to not jump the gun and get as much as possible painted before the inking process. In part because I would like to see just how well my painting is becoming before I cheat by adding the detail with ink.

What is really holding me back on the city painting is that I would like my cliché of having a character existing within the scene, but I am not sure what they should be doing. I have gone down the list of either the character being male or female and if they should be sitting, standing, walking, drinking, smoking, lighting a fag, carrying shopping bags, playing accordion, or just posing/resting with an instrument. Meh.

I have already had a request for a print of the painting of the woman with flowers in her hair. It is not my usual style with there being no architecture, but I still feel as though it fits because it is based on the the girl that I saw at the masquerade ball in Seattle back in February and so it is just showing one of the characters from this city that I continually portray. An interesting thing to note that is if I am able to have a show my my art that this painting of the woman with flowers in her hair would fit perfectly in the picture frame that I keep my dangly earrings. I was hearing that the list to show at the Butterfly is stretching back deep into next year though… so that might not be happening. Perhaps this summer in Billings when I get stuck there? It would be nice to have a show before I go abroad because I probably won’t be taking my art with me as it would just be too much of a hassle and too easy for it to be lost or damaged.

One thing that I would like to start doing with my paintings is to start writing random things on the back. Comments, notes to people, observations of life, what was going through my mind as I made the piece, et cetera. I have done this before with a few pieces and I just think that it would be a nice thing to compliment the piece and be one of those things that since the back gets covered up that would create an air of mystery over what is there because I know that I will forget what I write and I know that I enjoy having my life made up of little bizarre secrets so I probably won’t tell many people at all, if anyone (sans the people who read this, although then again isn’t this another writing on the back that if people look for they will find? I know I almost never tell anyone about this site of mine and just leave it for people to find if they are interested).

Blah blah blah. I should probably go to bed.
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