My roomie L and mr T made a painting a couple of days ago.
That painting is upsetting me.
I try not to think about it.
If I think about it I get like nervous or something.
It’s just too good.
It has everything that I love in art. Stuff poking out of it that you can pull at to make other places move… and a really beautiful quote, about friendship gone lost… and the colours… and the motiffs… JesustttfcknChrist.
It’s too much to have been created here! in this ordinary apartement, where I live and brush my teath!
And to think it was created by two close friends of mine?
It’s just… humbling.
I don’t even know how to relate to them right now. I do have a crazy fan-girl side to me, but it would be weird to let it out in front of them. But I can’t shake this feeling…this feeling that I’m hanging out with the new Frida y Diego. (mr T is cuter than Diego though)