Aarrgh . . . grrrr . . . dammit ūüė¶

Oh screw me and my complicated romantic issues. This is some utter horseshit. I’ve issued a three day deadline on this glum phase, and if it passes that cutoff I’m charging myself a fine. That’s it, no excuses.

Thank god for glorious figurative art and the superb classical realist painter Jacob Collins. A New York artist I have actually never met or posed for, I am decidedly a fan. It’s impossible to be a professional life model and not be a fan of this:

Reclining Nude by Jacob Collins:

It’s 1 AM. I’m going to bed and will do this “pose” right now, although I will be sulking and sobbing much more than Jake’s model. Anyone want to come over and paint? ūüėÜ