I went to a huge like candy emporium today and got lots of different fun candies. My favorite are the chocolate covered espresso beans and the candied fruit slices. There are these spicy mango slices and I just wanna buy them in bulk for Paul.
For the past two days, this little dinosaur has been hitchhiking on my side mirror.
And every time I go back to my car, he’s just chilling on top of the mirror, ready to go.
The dude’s hella confused though. He sees himself in the mirror and tries to attract himself to himself
And sometimes it looks like he fell off …
Kinda miss my septum, kinda don’t. My double nostril is starting to grow on me, so I guess I’ll just ride this wave out for a bit.
I keep a box with my extra art supplies/spillage at the foot of my bed. Nothing serious just extra brushes, water cups, scraps of paper, stuff like that.
Earlier in the week I’d had an assignment in color theory where I had to mix several different color shades, naturally I painted streaks on a blank sheet to test colors before painting my actual sample swatches. Because this is essentially an ongoing project for the semester I let the sheet dry and then placed it in the overflow box.
So this afternoon as Babe and I were leaving he noticed the box and asked me about my work. Anyone who knows me know I’m EXTREMELY private about my art. There isn’t a real explanation, I just am. I’m especially private about it when it comes to my significant others. Me showing someone my work is a very serious thing. I don’t think I ever let Ryan see anything I worked on the entire time we dated, meanwhile I showed Paul an abstract pastel drawing after hanging out with him only three times. Anyhow, he noticed the sample sheet and I immediately tried to explain that it was just color testing and not any actual work, but he got this funny look on his face and started telling me how much he liked it and the placement of my strokes/use of color. He grabbed the sheet and asked if he could keep it to hang in his room.
I don’t think I’ve ever loved a boy more in any single moment than I did today. It’s not that he liked something id “created” and discarded, it’s that he knows how much art means to me, so he makes a conscious effort to take an interest in it as well. Not just today, but every day.
I’m so appreciative to have found someone so special.