When you’re back to black
Monday 30th March
14th day under lockdown
Black paper silhouettes hanging from metal cords.
Black paint everywhere. On the walls. On the floors. On the tables. On the chairs. Everywhere.
Nobody is safe from the black paint. Nobody can escape.
OKAY STOP, this wasn’t meant to be as thrilling. My sister just had rather complicated art homework where she had to paint/draw/create something entirely black or entirely white.
And this ended with the whole kitchen repainted in black, gloomy little figure hanging from their ropes on a wall and cereals covered in black for who knows what reason. Oh and me having to wash my hair two times for the black (oily) paint to come off.
I don’t even know why things degenerate like that each time. Seriously, a gouache battle ?!
14th day under lockdown
Black paper silhouettes hanging from metal cords.
Black paint everywhere. On the walls. On the floors. On the tables. On the chairs. Everywhere.
Nobody is safe from the black paint. Nobody can escape.
OKAY STOP, this wasn’t meant to be as thrilling. My sister just had rather complicated art homework where she had to paint/draw/create something entirely black or entirely white.
And this ended with the whole kitchen repainted in black, gloomy little figure hanging from their ropes on a wall and cereals covered in black for who knows what reason. Oh and me having to wash my hair two times for the black (oily) paint to come off.
I don’t even know why things degenerate like that each time. Seriously, a gouache battle ?!
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