I had this temp receptionist job in New York and I kind of hated it and in the morning I would come out of the subway and just walk along the New York streets with all these people around me and kind of sing to myself. Like 'She's gonna make it!'
I think in a lot of romantic comedies it ends with a kiss and I feel like in...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale you could not ignore its beauty.
