Falling Down
Wow. When I got home from printing for 5 hours this afternoon, I cried. I actually sat down and cried because I was so overwhelmed, stressed and overall disappointed with the quality of my work. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before; at least, not in regards to my art.
And now I’ve got stained green hands to remind me for the rest of the week of the horrible Saturday afternoon I had today. I look like either a Ninja Turtle, a martian, or like I’m forever stuck between the halfway point of turning into the Incredible Hulk.
