two somethings into my new art project and im really psyched, three days in and some jackass in long beach decides to grab my art box out of my car and make off with my art supplies, and my only copy of the red hot chili pepeprs "by the way"
its loaded in sentimental value, loaded, jam fucking packed with it, it oozes out the sides...but its worth shit to anyone who doesnt hang out for nine hours in a printing lab or spends half his day buried in a sketchbook...what the fuck?!
its loaded in sentimental value, loaded, jam fucking packed with it, it oozes out the sides...but its worth shit to anyone who doesnt hang out for nine hours in a printing lab or spends half his day buried in a sketchbook...what the fuck?!
not that it will be any consolation but at least its words of empathy:
last semester i lost my artbox - loaded as well with lots and lots of art supplies costing some big $$$ to replace AND some irreplaceables!! i could only hate myself for such careless stupidity!! think i left the fuckin thing on top of my car or something
hunny - im so sorry!!!!
only an artist would understand!!
i hope other than that things have been better and good for you!!