So I was suppose to have a "show" sort of last night.
There's this local art event that happens in the summer called The Art Walks, where art is displayed in the square and people can walk around and see it and the little shops and stores give away free little things.
My friend works at an ice cream parlor and agreed to put up my art.
This was exciting for me because I've never had my art displayed anywhere public before. I worked super hard getting pieces finished so that they could be displayed.
Well, the owner of the place decided not to hang my work last night because he thought it was too melancholy.
The really sad part is... it wasn't really any of my sad stuff.
There will always be other chances, right?
Listening to: Muse - Blackout
Reading: Food for the Dead by Micheal Bell.
Watching: Vampire lovers should check out the above book.