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August 20, 2006
Trouble with the furniture.
“COME ON! – paint you no-good worthless piece of yesterday’s dinner, I’m all here, waiting, ready, all geared up, raring to go. I’ve got everything you need. It’s all here isn’t it? What more could you possibly need? Call yourself an artist! Pah! I could do better myself. What are you waiting for? There’re brushes, there’s paint in copious amounts, and you like paint, I know. There’re panels, paper, charcoal, easels, hell, it’s all here. Pull your fucking socks up. Get your finger out. Get off your arse. Get on with it.”
You know things are bad when your studio starts talking to you.
Posted by john at August 20, 2006 02:12 PM