Originally posted by BBP: Last night I discovered how "smart" I am myself...
Usually I draw at night. I like drawing at night, because there's no-one around to disturb you and all that. Last night, I calligraphed a verse to put
up in my bed-room. Afterwards I started making a nice picture for which I needed thin lining, so I dug up my drawing pen and Indian ink.
At the half-way point, I decided to move my ink-jar to a more convenient location on my desk. What exactly happened, I don't know, but somehow the ink
from the jar ended all over my sketch-book, the drawing I was making, my desk and my jeans.
An hour of scrubbing later, at 4 AM, my wooden desk still has a large black stain, my trousers hadn't got clean, my sketch-book turned unusable, my
drawing got messed up, along with my calligraphic verse because I'd put my drawing on it.
Grumble... |