I bought vegetables at Edgewater Produce and packed them into my backpack. I felt very somber, very grim. I felt like a Hungry Ghost.
I wore my hair up, and when I caught my reflection in mirrors I didn't have to wince; my skin has cleared up fairly well and my hair, which I am in the process of growing out, is finally beginning to look less awkward. For a while it just looked shaggy and ill-cut, but now it seems to look better. So hopefully I'm coming out of my "ugly phase".
I had apfelstrudel for lunch. Mmmm.
I'm staying in tonight, taking it easy. There was a show I wanted to go to at the Metro, but I'm skipping it. Three bands and then DJs until 5am. I'm so tired and weary I don't even care I'm missing out, though. Someday I will go out and tear up the town, but just not today.
I can't look at the painting any more. I can't stand it. I need to set it aside and work on something else - something that doesn't fight me. I just can't make it work. I won't throw it away but I just can't work on it right now, I feel like it's crushing me. I look at it and see failure staring back at me. I need to put it in the closet or something, get it out of view. It's a black hole painting; I put hours and hours into it and it never seems to look right. Paint is too expensive to keep throwing away on something like this. I need to move on and create something I like.
This morning I made the awesome discovery that there is a Home Depot only a few blocks from where I live, so I bought a square piece of board there which I will gesso and paint. The board was $4, and an equivalent sized canvas would have cost me around $30 to $35, so I can save a lot of cash if I paint on board.
My brother tipped me off to the board vs. canvas money saving thing. Thanks jkretch :)