sorry for being away for so long but i had like a billion paintings due and i had some talking with a gallery owner and then some other people and then two children and a husband
basically it was chaos
but now everything seems to have calmed down a bit so HERE I AM
birds are so ridiculous how do they even all exist???
i dont even
things that dont make any sense
jesus christ is that a duck
some kind of prehistoric nonsense
holy shit where is your beak even birds, BIRDS
*from the stairs, maleah starts talking* “daddy, papa, erik won’t believe me. he called me a liar!’
Sweetie, why don’t you come down stairs and tell us what happened instead of yelling from up there.
*both the kids walk into the room, MaLeah huffing and Erik sort of wobbling behind*
"I told Erik that you were princes and that you were meant to be together and that’s how you met and he said that princes aren’t real and that I was a liar but I’m not!"
"Princes aren’t really real they’re only in fairy tales!"
"They can be real!"
Maleah. Erik. No yelling.