(this is annie)

It's kind of funny how I find myself creating little scenarios sometimes, piecing together coincidental scraps until something "logical" comes together. And then I function off the assumption that my scenario is the only reasonable one, even if all tangible evidence suggests otherwise. Gah. It might seem like I am a conspiracy theorist, but they probably said that about Inspector Clouseau, too.

Today was a rather glum day, for no real reason. Naively I imagined that I'd spend a nice evening creating great wildlife art, and that our woodland friends would cheer me. I went to Pearl Art Supply after work to buy some acrylics (some for me, most for papa) and to see if Andy was working. He wasn't, which was actually kind of good because I look like Sergeant Schlep today. I don't want to reunite with my childhood friend like that!

So then I rode the Brown Line home, being crushed by a giant man in plaid. I've noticed that men often splay their knees out on public transportation. Women tend to keep our knees together. Symbolic? Yeah.

I got home and worked on the painting. I made a blue bunny by mixing cerulean blue with titanium white. He looks a little bit like a blue bunny mummy because of his blank, harrowing stare and the way I messed up the feet. Plus, the paintbrush lost a lot of its hair (turns out the cheap ones really don't work as well; who knew?) and therefore the bunny looks scarier than usual. It's outsider art.