Last weekend was my birthday and if you can't blow off the 1001 things you should be doing for the thing you want to be doing on your birthday, then when can you? That's a very long way to say that I started a painting.
After three Pack AD concerts in a week's time there were a couple of songs that stood out to me as more visual than the others. The first I attempted to paint is a song that's less than 2 minutes, and entirely instrumental.
So of course I started the painting but haven't had time to finish it... I have, however, had time to agonize over it and sketch ideas on sticky notes. Because apparently, despite the fact that I have more than one sketchbook, my best ideas are worked out in ballpoint pen on office supplies. Evidence below.
It has also not escaped my notice that the top two sticky notes appear to include sketches of wonky boobs. `\_(ツ)_/`