Thursday, September 01, 2011


i've always wanted to be good and great and fantastic at painting, and i've always been the very opposite of that. 
but sometimes i want something so much. 
so i went out and bought a six dollar 12-paint watercolour set. 

i have to tell you: i don't understand this. i kind of thought watercolours were the one thing in this life that would always be beautiful and light and airy, no matter whose hands they fell into. 

well in my hands, they are just dark, and gloomy, and foggy. 

this is ominous and foreboding to me.