What a change fourteen years makes.

So, today I tried stretching a canvas. At the moment I'm totally defeated. I can't press the staple gun firmly enough on the frame to get the staples to go in correctly. I can't pull tightly enough on the canvas to get the right tension. It's too big, too tough, too difficult. My hands are too weak and I just can't keep up the strength.

I feel like such a fucking failure as an artist. A real artist can stretch her own damned canvases! She can carry heavy loads and make shit from scratch. The way they used to in the old days, damn it! :(

I remember at sixteen I could stretch canvases like a fuckin' pro. My canvases didn't warp or get loose. They were as much works of art as the paintings I did on them. The way this canvas is going, I wouldn't feel right selling the artwork on it. It's a mess.

Magpies and Ravens.

Just photo-bombing you with pictures of my birdy friends.

( Clever birdies! )