As most of you know, I’ve got this little goal of creating a piece of art everyday for 365 consecutive days. A good chunk of my pieces are completed within a day, but some of my larger projects take a few days to complete. When that happens, I make sure I create a smaller piece along with working on the big guy, so as not to feel like I’m cheating.
Some of you may also be familiar with my stunning ability to underestimate how long something will take to complete. Yesterday, as I put up my drawing and got ready to call it a night, the boyfriend looked at what I had accomplished. He quickly asked me what I planned to create for day 110’s work. I assured him I’d be able to finish up the piece I had been working on in a few short hours the next morning. He gave me a look of disbelief. Actually, I like to think it was more of a “You are the most fabulous person in the world and I love you dearly, but don’t be ridiculous” kind of look. I glanced down at the barely inked up paper and reluctantly admitted he was right. -Not out loud of course. Out loud I told him I would create a second piece but that “I would not need to use it.”
I hate it when he’s right.
If you can’t live without this piece, you can buy a print or the original.