Saturday was a glorious day. It was fresh and warm (er than it had been in a long time, at least) and beautifully sunny. People were out in the quad, drawing and playing music, singing, being young and gorgeous and alive. The whole world was young and gorgeous alive.
Then came Sunday. I woke up to white and black and grey, snow swirling heavily outside my window.
I was... a little bit despairing.
And craving colour.
So I went to the art store and dropped a significant amount of money on art supplies: a new sketchbook/journal (I love journaling on unlined pages) and 7 gorgeous shades of art pen.
And I drew pictures of flowers.
And felt infinite (ly better).
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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- Ange Friesen
- Toronto, Canada
- I think I might be addicted to books. And noodles. I need the ocean. I want to know everything. Almost. I love love. And loving things. Like love. And like.
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please tell me that's a hallway floor beneath your infinite drawing.
I wish.
It is my window ledge. Almost as good.
And it is the same as my bathroom floor.
sometimes colors are so very necessary. and it was a bit of an evil trick with the weather this weekend. but things are only going to get better. I highly approve of quality art supply purchases :)
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