Skinned eggs
I laugh as I look at a variation of "canvases" painted with acrylics. Outstanding is the idea that variety is ripe for the picking. Just the idea that some have to have this need to stake claim in a most pungent way. Saddening that self confidence could be so low.
I just shake my head. Clearly the jest of the media is slappable but why waste paint for that. And knowing the artist to a certain extent, nothing surprises me of the measures used to show what is theirs. Yet I question if that is even true.
Still I laugh at the methods of life's circles. The hope that laughter and love were enjoyed to the utmost and that the day unfolded with lots of conversation and visiting. Still not my concern. I am here enjoying the small bit of a vacation and creativity of my own. Sure it does not compare to any skinned artwork but the art does prove to show who I am.
That is all that matters.
And as I still laugh over how people can walk away and even run away I just watch as those who grovel at their feet. But sometimes that is what people need or want. All that attention can really help them. For me, I just feel pity for them. Knowing that happiness is only temporary. The permanent stays don't linger long. The day is all that is given. Yet maybe just maybe a week long adventure could be promised.
Clearly though, what is a promise when it is only half given and proven? And as I start to think about it, I do not even wander long in the asking. I just walk out the door. Leaving the question hanging in the air. A tip that makes some peeved.
I do not even really take notice if they are. By this time I am just moving forward into my weekend. Enjoying all the tasks I have placed before me. One by one the check marks are tucked into line. And all I have to do is still give a chuckle at how submitting one person can be to be displayed like a chicken laying eggs.
Not how I remember a sprawling should be. Yet new leads give new commands. So lets just see how well cheeks pair up to the real thing.
Anyhow, thank you so much for the laughter and submitting to being subjected to a form of humiliation. For the view certainly was an added bonus for a friday night. Yet I look forward to what is brought forth into a saturday. One can hope sobriety is not so harsh and leaves you with a good taste in the mouth.
So do find a bit of peace knowing thousands are laughing at a painting. Truly refreshing.
I just shake my head. Clearly the jest of the media is slappable but why waste paint for that. And knowing the artist to a certain extent, nothing surprises me of the measures used to show what is theirs. Yet I question if that is even true.
Still I laugh at the methods of life's circles. The hope that laughter and love were enjoyed to the utmost and that the day unfolded with lots of conversation and visiting. Still not my concern. I am here enjoying the small bit of a vacation and creativity of my own. Sure it does not compare to any skinned artwork but the art does prove to show who I am.
That is all that matters.
And as I still laugh over how people can walk away and even run away I just watch as those who grovel at their feet. But sometimes that is what people need or want. All that attention can really help them. For me, I just feel pity for them. Knowing that happiness is only temporary. The permanent stays don't linger long. The day is all that is given. Yet maybe just maybe a week long adventure could be promised.
Clearly though, what is a promise when it is only half given and proven? And as I start to think about it, I do not even wander long in the asking. I just walk out the door. Leaving the question hanging in the air. A tip that makes some peeved.
I do not even really take notice if they are. By this time I am just moving forward into my weekend. Enjoying all the tasks I have placed before me. One by one the check marks are tucked into line. And all I have to do is still give a chuckle at how submitting one person can be to be displayed like a chicken laying eggs.
Not how I remember a sprawling should be. Yet new leads give new commands. So lets just see how well cheeks pair up to the real thing.
Anyhow, thank you so much for the laughter and submitting to being subjected to a form of humiliation. For the view certainly was an added bonus for a friday night. Yet I look forward to what is brought forth into a saturday. One can hope sobriety is not so harsh and leaves you with a good taste in the mouth.
So do find a bit of peace knowing thousands are laughing at a painting. Truly refreshing.
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