Summer before Tampa. Let’s go.

I’m going to add stuff to fill space on that one.

I’ll retouch the chalk in that one.

I’ll keep blending there and think of a smooth transition, so his torso doesn’t fall into nothingness.

I will visit the DIA again.

I’ll retouch everything.

I’ll buy those canvases that fill rooms instead of stuff binders.

I’ll buy real paint.

I’ll dust off my nice portfolio.

I’ll be more inspired.

I won’t have high school to worry about. Ever again.

I have art. I have art, I promise, and I’ll continue it this summer and my portfolio will actually be full of different sizes and it’ll be beautiful. I’ve spent too much time making up classes for various requirements, and have been too late for registration to make it into an actual art class too many times - but all that missed experience is okay. Right? I still have all summer to scramble together everything I should have collected over the years? I’ll do more -larger, more intricate, and more time-consuming. Because this pile of papers is depressing me. I know I can do better.