I do not know if I posted this before, I honestly don't.
It seems half done.
I sketched it out years ago because I was interested in carrying it further in a larger format in oil paint.
The page opposite it in my sketch book is an old japanese proverb about how people are saddened by the rain because they are concerned about getting wet.
I take a shower every morning, and in the summer I will swim in the pool.
...I am not sad.
But I dislike washing dishes by hand, I can never understand how I end up getting my sleeves, pants, and shoes wet. I hate when that happens plus it kills my back leaning over the sink.
It seems half done.
I sketched it out years ago because I was interested in carrying it further in a larger format in oil paint.
The page opposite it in my sketch book is an old japanese proverb about how people are saddened by the rain because they are concerned about getting wet.
I take a shower every morning, and in the summer I will swim in the pool.
...I am not sad.
But I dislike washing dishes by hand, I can never understand how I end up getting my sleeves, pants, and shoes wet. I hate when that happens plus it kills my back leaning over the sink.
Rain does not sadden me.
Sinks do.
Sinks do.
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