I guess it was a good thing I didn't take the picture of my painting yet.

Mr. Phegan had me redo almost the entire painting. If it wasn't so close to being due he might have asked me to redo everything. That's OK though. I understand. I was treating it like a watercolor with thin washes instead of thick oil paints. I guess when I do the next painting, I will have to be more careful about that. Cheers to those of you reading my blog.
Angela

Busy at school

Well, its that time again. Both Headstart and Northern have started and I am insanely busy. Funny that once I get busy I would think it was time to get back to my blog. I did my first oil painting for class. Unfortunately, I haven't taken a picture of it yet so you will have to wait and see it. In the meantime I am going to post a part of my English assignment. I am really happy with it. I had forgotten how much I love writing.

My gaze scans the image in the mirror and settles on my lips. They gently shift in color from the pale skin surrounding their wild rose petal hue. They move freely in an intricate pattern of vowels. They spill my secrets and random thoughts in a waterfall of whispered words. “I can’t do it.” “I’m a failure.” “Is that a piece of broccoli from lunch?” Seventeen years of tightly grasping hand rolled cigarettes have permanently creased their tender pink surface in horizontal bands. I can still taste the sweet yet pungent flavor of that last long exhale. I breathe in deeply, feeling the cool air rush against my moistened inner lip. I cannot smell the lingering aroma of ashtray remnants, but I know its there.