What It's Come Down To...

What it's come down to is that at this point in time the only things keeping me going are: a bag of stale Cheez-Its, a warm-ish bottle of Dr. Pepper, two Tylenol Sinus capsuls, my box of Kleenex that is running dangerously low, and the nice glob of Vix I smeared on my chapped nose. Yes ladies and gentlemen, my nose is CHAPPED, who would have thought that could even happen? It's a hard life for a student/self proclaimed artist. Anyway, that had nothing to do with my art, or maybe it did, I'm not sure. Although I have realized that I don't make good art when I'm sick. If you think about it though that could totally depend on your opinion of "good" art. If you would consider my half hearted attempts at getting better at drawing the human body "good art" then by all means, be my guest. I, on the other hand, think that there is a mathmatic equation to explain all of this.

[Sinus pressure + a splitting headache] x Being polite to the VFW President, Chairman, Boardmembers, etc. > Ariana's need to complete her 3rd Quarter Sketches

Plain and simple, nose comes first, pencil comes second! Can I get an "AMEN"? Mrs. Jones would be so proud of me, I hope.

So besides my inability to create anything at the time being, I'll post this picture of what my finished painting will hopefully look like, or at least something close to this. I supose there's always room for a little creative shimmying (spelling?) but we'll see how it ends up.