I painted some trousers on my trousers. That’s how exciting my life is.
To be more detailed, the trousers I painted the trousers on aren’t actually mine. I stole them my friend Katherine, when she was preparing to burn all her old clothes, I snook up and grabbed some with the intent of turning myself into Katherine. But I don’t have the curls to pull it off. So I’m using some of them for art now. That’s much better than burning them… or giving them to poor children or something charitable like that. Charity sucks.
So, I used my dusty acrylics and painted. As you can tell, some of the trousers are on fire. This is because they’re on a roll. Or something far more deep. Your call. I spent about 20 minutes on this.