Today started pretty off, had nightmares alllllll night long (the kind where you wake up with like a gasp and practically fling yourself upwards) So I woke up tired and a little cranky.
A lot of my painting classes turn out to be balls. I get distracted and I'll have headaches and I'll just generally be crabby.
Today not so much.
I started a painting that at first, I HATED. I chose purple and yellow which for me is like, the hardest to get different shades out of. And spent most of the painting punching myself for it.
By the end though I'm like Yeah....yeah this is okay...
and by the end I was like YEAH I CAN DO IT WOO
My painting gets chosen to go up on the board for the teacher to talk about and I think its the third week in a row I've made it to the board. (Which is probably not a big deal but its still something I'm super proud of >.<)
The teacher gets to mine and imply's that I ALWAYS have strong work, "Strong work, as always"
and I just about brickshit.
Then he goes on to say how well I tackled my hues even though I firmly expressed my mutual hatred of the colour yellow and he said:
"Whos afraid of adding white?? Not D.J."
And at that point I'm like "I will never forget this day EVAR." <:'D
Then we go to a classmates painting of mine (which was a sweet-ass painting btw) and the person says that my work was the thing that inspired him to go a different direction this time and wanted to do somethng more like that and I just-
...I don't think my jaw will ever re position properly ever again.
and now I have an icecap
and tomarrow chicken wings are on sale.
I spent my elevator-ride back to my apartment twirling around like an idiot.
and its only 11:46am.