MEANWHILE IN THE MUSEUM
All these colors. She remembered the times she was a black & white artist. She felt trés existentialiste. How her image had changed. Yes, it was a difficult hour for the Artist sitting in front of her paintings, wondering if this was how she wanted to be known to the world - to her fans - to her visitors. 
6 Kommentare:
il looks like a cruel story;) or it has a happy ending?
Oh gosh your little guys are so cute I want to squish them. Maybe pop them in my mouth and suck on them like a lozenge.
sometimes it´s difficult leave behind the past, but it´s good for chaining, it´s the human evolution also beetle :)
(the woman of the cleaning is really "existentialiste" at this moment she must think that the artist is crazy :P )
hahahahaa!!!.gosh...there is not day you cannot make me laugh!!
Loove your blog! Love, with capital letter "L".
That was cruel...hehe.
Piero, we don´t know where the story came from, we don´t know where it´s going, we hope it has nothing to do with real life and that the Artist will live happily ever after! (After what, we don´t know either... ts)
Karin, thank you! Be careful, the colors are not non-toxic!
Lu, I have the feeling you understand what´s going on ;) The cleaning woman is indeed of a rather practical species with little understanding of artistical brouhaha. She still keeps working in the museum though...
Majeak, you are just so sweet!
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