My name is Elaine. I’m not going to pretend to be the first one to do anything- because I’m not that good of a liar. The most important thing one can ever know about me, is that I have nothing that important. I have an affinity for international films, glass galleries, and closing doors. I also have an ongoing co-dependency issue with tall, lanky, emotionally unavailable fictional characters. My best jokes come from early Sunday mornings, late Saturday nights, and unintentional double entendres. I don’t make it that way, I certainly can’t change it, however- the question is, are you reading enough comics? I have the occasional good day, though most of my days are littered with bitter remarks, cynical thoughts and of course in respect to the other two, beautiful strangers. I am in between being a writer, psychologist, criminologist, and perpetually failed anthropologist.
And eventually, I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.
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My motto with anything art related: If at first you suck/don’t know the medium, keep doing crappy trials until things begin to look okay— and then keep doing it some more.
Also: Listen to lots of good music to make yourself feel better over failed experiments. Gloat (for a second) when things turn out good. Then get back to work.
Christus Factus Est | Anton Bruckner
Yes well he grew up to be Satan though didn’t he
(via imnotcaradelevingne)
A watercolour thing I did sometime last week. I keep swapping mediums, there is no consistency to this.
Also: I don’t understand people who are really good with watercolours, they are so hard to use!! Tell me your secrets (time to ehow Elaine)
Thank you. I hope the same for you also.
