so i changed my screen name... "ThenSheCriedOut" but i already want the old one back.. i've gotten new ones many a time... but i always go back to the same old two dollars... regress back to a fromer state.. mini parallels are everywhere eh? i have paint all over me.. and i kinda smell like paint thinner... i love oil.. its any awesome medium... i can change my mind constantly and still work in the old parts of what i liked.. it's almost a living thing.. i love it so much.. i wich i was painting irght now.... maybe i'll start painting at home.. they parents would love it until they realize how oil paint loves go everywhere.... i can;t describe it to you.. it;s just... it's like breathing after being held under water past the time you can hold your breath.. it's broken the surface... or that last cry.. the hot tears on your face in the cold winter air.. the ones that finally help you get over the pain... the relief that that one struggle has been over come, even if only for a short while.. ur head will go under again and your tears will always return eventually.. but for now it is your time.. u can move on, up and out.. and at the same time reveal what is within... these toys and things confuse me so confond it all.. i love it though