Paint Drip.

This tiny drip = significant. In college, every piece of clothing I owned was marred with paint. Annoying, yes, but understandable, as the majority of my classes were in an oil and acrylic drenched studio. Today, when I repainted our $7 garage sale coffee table and dripped paint on my jeans, I realized those jeans are now the only piece of clothing I own that is stained with an artistic medium of any kind. Made me realize it's been way too long. Ready to get back into it.

My old college studio. (circa 2002)