However, I have continued to paint daily. I'm just spending my time on larger, more meaningful pieces.
Meet:
You Can't Sit Here//
To the Weed Patch, the Rose is Just a Weed
This piece came from a memory of sitting with a group of mean, petty girls in high school during lunch. They hated me simply because I would call them out on their mean comments about other people in the school. Needless to say, I started spending my lunches in the Library and with my Art teacher in the Art Room for more time working on art projects. I count that a pretty fair trade ;)
Oh, where are those girls now? No idea, but I hope better off than they probably are...
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