So, during my reading week in February — I decided to paint my room. Previously it was this dope, redish cranberry colour — but I was getting a little bored of it, so I opted to paint my walls gray. 3 walls are a light concrete colour gray and one wall is high gloss dark slate gray. Just yesterday I finally got around to hanging art on the walls, and the room looks completely different. It actually changes the room entirely. It looks more put together, everything is finally tied together.
This is what I have so far, I have a large horizontal gold frame I’d like to hang above Diana’s work in the near future. As you can see — I refuse to hang my own art in my room. I find the thought of that repulsing — and extremely vain.





