"Get Pulled To The Dirt Like Rain"
-Phooka OB xoxo
Realist oil painter Lee Price paints self-portraits of herself from an overhead vantage point, primarily in bathrooms while eating junk food.
(via wallytumblz)
This is the first drawing I started and completed, let alone just plain drew for myself in a very very long time. I guess maybe I did learn a thing or two over the past few months.
And as shitty and heartbreaking as this summer was, it was the first summer that I can ever remember actually treating like summer. I spent time outside. I went to barbecues. I walked home drunk in the summer air. I wore shorts (!!!). I bought shoes that weren’t dress shoes or boots so I could actually leave my house in shorts (!!! X2). I made new friends, and met beautiful unattainable women. I watched the sun rise and the sun set. I watched people fall in love and out of love. I watched storms grow on the horizon and got caught in the rain more times than I can count.
And really, I feel like I came out of it worse for wear. More embittered and apathetic than I had started the summer. I think the motto for this summer was “I’ve been through worse.” And really, that’s a pretty shitty summer motto.
So I guess this drawing is kind of an ode to what could have been this summer. An ode to beautiful women, and twin-pops, and nail polish, and azure skies, and laying awake at night in sweaty sheets. An ode to all of the things I am tired of turning my back on.
This fall’s motto? “Life is short. Draw babes. Die happy.”
This sounds familiar…
by raquelissima on deviantart
