I worry about if I'm learning enough about art as I was able to before and if I will get into the Art College of my Dreams everyday. I also worry about getting regular haircuts so the ends of my hair wont look so obviously dead.
I love to draw, and to draw and to eat and to draw. I live and breathe to draw.
Except that if both my hands were chopped off, I dont think I'd be able to learn how to draw with my feet... I think I would just 'accidentally' throw myself off a bridge if that ever happened.
Happy Everything♥