Thinking about the other half of the wall

I was scrambling for music to listen to that suits my mood. No luck. 

Settled for John Mayer. Possibly Bon Iver next. 

I really need to find new music to obsess over. 

When I still lived at home, my sister nagged me for months straight (no joke-almost every day) for me to draw a mural on her wall. Door. Anything...
I thought it was kind of cute that she loved my art so much...!

I never did.

I had no idea what to do. I used to be good at just "winging it" --I like when random images with absolutely no meaning or relation to one another merge, their juxtaposition thereby creating some kind of meaning...or non-meaning.

I over analyzed, like I tend to do with all of the things I make. Sometimes this works to my benefit, it acts as Planning. Usually, though, it's just a road-block.

I like to say everything. And I like to say nothing.
 It's very confusing.

Realistically, she would have loved anything I made her. But my tendency to want to "say everything in one thing" kept it from happening.
One day I'll give her a mural...or maybe just a GIANT painting to fill up a good portion of her room.