I could not paint this brush to save my life.
I told Christopher “I have a sick paintbrush can you help me with it?”
As he was painting on it “We’re gonna make sick brush cool, we’re gonna make sick brush cool” and after a while "I don’t think its a brush. I think its a demon. Sometimes you just have to paint it how it wants to be painted”. Off he went and I kept painting the brush. No, its a paintbrush, its a nice silver paintbrush with a fluffy blue feather and its going to sign my lovely soul contract! Woohoo! Hours passed and I still couldn’t paint it, I was making excuses and going elsewhere, and it did not want to be painted. It wasn’t having a bar of my fluffy thoughts.Read More