With each bold stroke I demarcate my boundaries of form and sweep away your crushed self-esteem.
Yeah, that's right. My drawing's not even accurate. I spit on accuracy.
Now this is an ebauche, You see how I just slap that paint up there like it ain't no thang? Don't worry. Someday I will teach you.
Yeah, I know you thought you ordered that Vermilion from Natural Pigments for yourself, but it's been hanging out in my tabouret and it likes it there.
Second painting. BAM.
Shhh. I know you can't help it, but dry your tears, love. I can't let you win every time.