Ah, the life of an artist. Glamorous, with paintings selling for millions upon millions, right? Eh, probably not. Unless you’re Picasso, this poor minifig probably won’t see his works reach seven digits in his lifetime. But that’s glamorous, right?
All he wants to do is pay for his fantastic flat, that he just cleaned. But he missed the red pigment. That’s going to stain.
I love the detail in this. The coat rack, especially, and the half-finished sculpture. Bravo, Walter Boy.