So I still am ,a messy painter .Fabulously messy .I ll be so worked up ,I look like a gangster painting .Crossed legged ,one leg on another chair ,so-not-a-girl ,leaning against the wall ,hunching like a junkie .Minding my business .Isle infront or a board on my lap .I love it .& ears plugged .I cant paint & talk ,it wont work .Cause I ll paint what I know ,not what I see .& the outcome=disgusting.
I too ,secretly ,have a thing for sewing .Remember the first bikini i wore ,the pink one .I did it myself & the 2nd one ?did it myself too & some red dress i made .Yeah ,I know ,im a total dummy & have zero experience in fashion design ,but it interest me ,secretly .I dont know ,just somewhere inside of me ,a little passion for it but it never wana come out .I just dont feel the need to learn fashion design right now .Maybe in `10 yrs time?
I am an octupus with more than 8 tenticles .I know I can do so much .Proudly saying that I have magical hands .& that is the greatest gift God have ever created out of me .If I lost my hands ,my life is preety much over.
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