One time, when I was but a wee freshman in college, I took this career test, a test to determine what our aptitudes were and where best to put them. In addition to a number of other things that I've forgotten, this test told me I work best under pressure, that I'd be great as a journalist or someone that needs to meet high-pressure deadlines.
These test results have stuck in my head since then. I was a procrastinator before then, but after I was a procrastinator with proof that procrastination was in my best interest; this is how I do my
best work! Just like a journalist!
Most of the time it's true, if exhausting. But sometimes, as with the above image, it just doesn't work out. I made this painting last minute for a friend who was having a benefit for his mother, who's very sick. She's originally from Cuba, so I found a Cuban folk tale:
How El Bizarron Fooled the Devil. It's about a simple man who goes to do manual labor for the devil, tricking him into believing he is too strong and formidable to be trifled with. (Why the dude goes out to work for the devil is not really explained.) I planned to paint his mom kind of hovering in the air, serene and beautiful, holding a large red flower, with the devil curled around her feet.
I've posted the part of the painting I like, and the rest is too awkward and shameful for viewing. Censored! Have I learned my lesson? Of course not. I work best under pressure!
