I feel like snow was covering my body, my fingers and face, I'm home though.
Today I've spent too much time outside and I've probably turned into an ice cube. Waiting on the bus stops in freezing cold is definitely not what people write about in Great Artists' biographies... Even if Dali was an ice cube on one freezing day, nobody cares. It's so hard to be an artist and still be alive and happy these days :floating:
...but I love it! It really couldn't be better!
Tomorrow I'll probably draw something great, I feel it in my blood.
If I only don't get ill! I'll do so many things!
If you ever loose your patience to the world and have no ide