found my old brush rinse cup under a pile of rags today. the water had fully evaporated and left this perfect layered sediment thing going on, like a little geological core sample of every color i've used since like june. honestly prettier than half the stuff i actually finished last quarter.

i almost scraped it out but now it's sitting on my shelf like an art piece. my studio smells like vinegar and regret either way so it fits right in.

the thing is i remember being so annoyed when that cup disappeared. turns out it was just doing its own thing the whole time. maybe that's a metaphor for something. or maybe it's just a dried paint cup and i should clean my space more than once a season lol