My palette is permanently stained in exactly the shape of last year's breakdown and honestly I've stopped trying to clean it
ok so I have this little porcelain palette that I've had since my first year of uni and the stains on it are basically a fossil record of every bad decision I've ever made with paint. There's this one spot where I mixed a truly foul muddy green during a very bad week and no amount of scrubbing has ever lifted it. I used to be so careful with it, like a ritual. Now I just look at it and go "ah yes, there's the week my scholarship almost fell through" and keep painting.
also my partner gifted me a proper glass palette for christmas and it's sitting in the drawer untouched because I cannot bring myself to retire the stained one. is that weird?? like I know it's just an object but it's been through the whole thing with me you know. the good paintings AND the ones I had to turn face-down in the drying rack.
am I the only one who forms attachments to tools like this. I still use the same brush for my greens specifically. that one brush. for five years. I think if it snapped I'd genuinely mourn.
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the stained palette thing hits way too hard. i've got a throwing sponge that's been through like three crises with me and i refuse to replace it even though it's basically disintegrating. it knows things. the glass palette in the drawer is such a relatable detail too, like it's a nice gesture but that ceramic one has your history in it.
also muddy green being the color of a bad week is so real. my bad weeks come out as this specific brownish purple that i can never intentionally mix again.