my mom and dad went to the deyoung museum on saturday, so i went with. i wasn’t complaining or trying to be negative, but i couldn’t resist entirely. they were showing a collection of art from david hockney. for every piece of art we saw, i could only think of 2 things. either 1)  i could do that or 2) ok wow, i can’t do that

 i couldn’t help it, i honestly think i could do some of the stuff that he did. like, if i dedicated 3 months of my life to only focus on trying to do one of his easier looking paintings, no sweat

my mom and i would look at a painting and i would tell her that i think i could do it. and my always-encouraging mom would say “no you can’t”. then i tell her that i really think i can, it’s not thaaat hard. then she says “no you can’t, look at the detail blah blah blah...”.  ok fine. then it's onto the next painting...

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