I had all sorts of plans for today, and a meticulous To Do List, and I was fired up and ready to conquer life, the universe and everything.
The first item on my list was try, again, to contact the retailer who sent me two canvases with rips in the middle of them, which I first reported to them on the 10th. This is the point where my day, and my plans, and kinda my mood, went awry.
After several hours of trying every option I could think of, I eventually woke a human from slumber, and then it took several replies to achieve a promise of replacement. That’s it. I have no tracking, no information as to whether the damaged canvases will be collected. I’m not even convince the replacements will appear. I am disappointed and frustrated.
So my To Do list will survive another day, and if I had a swear jar, I’d be rich.
I was really not feeling in the mood for art, but it would be quite ironic if a pair of giant canvases ended up being the reason I broke a 304 day art streak.
I still had some oil paint on the palette from yesterday, so I decided on a thrity minute sketch using a reference on my phone. I am so amused with the result because in the reference her expression is softer, and more curious, and I have painted my MOOD.
The mood has been changed just by painting, that is why I streak.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
304/400
Thrummie Bizzum 
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