It's like over a year already that I haven't held my brushes. No, not toothbrushes. I mean paint brushes. And because I am on the process of healing from by self-imposed and self-inflicted heartbreak from the TV series' EP that I've watched last night (Choz!), so I thought of digging out my brushes. And good thing, I've found an almost 2-year old illustration board from my closet's drawer. Then, Van Gogh and Antonio Lopez sort of possessed me for 1 and 1/2 hours.
Chennenn! There you go.
Gee! This is a mess.