I’m totally going to go all lazy on your asses today because a) I’m tired of my apartment b) the temp outside is allegedly above freezing – even with windchill and c) Pearl Paint is having a two-for-one sale on acrylic, baby.
You see, it turns out orange is just a bad color for a portrait. I’ve tried and tried but poor Brady just looks like a lump Easter egg gone horribly wrong. I think this shade just doesn’t have enough hue saturation to meet my needs. (Even I found that last sentence incredibly boring.) Regardless, I need to expand my palette…and possibly shelve poor Brady for a bit…and maybe try a different face…or maybe break up with Brady forever. The possibilities are endless, really.
I’m a wild woman – you can’t predict my next move.
Unless you’re predicting that my next move will be to drag my ass into Manhattan and skip through the towering aisles of acrylics in my favorite shop on Canal Street. Then you’d be spot on.
Don’t gloat – I did give you some pretty solid hints first.
I’ve finished my little work project, so I may be posting fewer bizarre links for you darlings. Then again, Creamed Corn insists on sending me things that I can never un-see. If by some freakish accident he sends me a link that doesn’t make me claw my eyes out, maybe I’ll pass it along. In the meantime, here’s one last video I found in last week’s paid web stumblings.
…and no, they are NOT my parents.* (There’s no exercise ball mentioned, after all. Plus my parents are WAY cuter.)
*Cue Mom calling to yell at me in 5…4…3…2…