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It has been a rather lackluster winter session, in terms of working on art. Although it seems that Billings always seems to remove any inspiration or desire to work on art, I have since come back to Missoula to become distracted by a redhead.

A pleasant distraction.

I still hope to finish at least one of these two paintings before the end of the break so I can display them with the artwork of other members of the university artist collective. I am liking how the street scene is coming out. I seem to have a better understanding of layering every time I paint another watercolor, which is really helpful with trying to achieve a night like atmosphere. I seem to have misplaced my ivory black and had to go and buy a new one from Michael’s. They were locked up but I slipped my hand into the side of the case and retrieved the tube of watercolor. Part of me felt like just walking off with it as a repressed anger to the frustration of working there back in the day, but I suppressed the desire.

As a gift to myself over the break I broke down and bought the bottle of absinthe I have been eying via a liquor store website based in New York. La Charlotte with a slight green tint only from the herbs and no additives. Quite delicious. Although it doesn’t seem to soak into the sugar cube as nicely as the last and makes lighting the sugar cube on fire to caramelize the sugar a bit more difficult.

The universe decided to give me an ironing board (read as adjustable table for the living room that is long enough and skinny enough to function as a couch table) for the holidays. Shortly after making it to my apartment it was covered in artworks.

C’est tout.
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