Drove all the way to Providence, RI yesterday to visit my cousin, Val. I’ve always hated driving, I get like heart palpitations and shit when I think I might be lost. So nervous. I’m getting used to it though. Gettin’ back on the horse, facing my fears, etc etc.
Anyway, her and her gf were talking about getting a canvas and things about 
splatter painting. I’m being a giant copycat, but inspiration shows up in random places. So, I splatter painted my 36x48 canvas from like…10 - 12 and made a HUGE mess outside on my deck. It’s okay though. It washes away with the rain, and who are we trying to impress? The president is certainly not going to come over for dinner and walk out on the porch and say “Hey! What’s with this giant paint mess!?” So who cares. I think making a paint mess is probably my numero uno FAVORITE thing to do! Such a thrill, so much freedom, so many colors! It gets all over myself and my surroundings and then I get this super accomplished feeling even if the painting isnt finished. Which it isnt. I have ideas swimming around in my cabasa.
On a lesser note, my room is due for a good cleaning…actually - overdue for an intense cleaning. It’s a sty. Everything is just thrown everywhere. IT’S UTTER CHAOS! STOP THE MADDNESS!!!
p.s.
I hate you Shaws. 3 - 10? So unnecessary.
