Yes, I know this is processed all to hell. I don’t care. It looks painterly and that’s what I was going for. Snapseed got me there and there is where I’m staying. I’m being defensive because my inner monologue is saying stuff about heavily processed imagery. But I’m not listening any longer. As you might surmise, it’s late and I’m about to fall over.
Daily affirmation: Own your shit, and your shit only.
