The Boring Artist

The Boring Artist wanted a sack of potatoes that they would eat. This might appear to be a fairly funny exercise, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it was simply life. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was opted for.

The Boring Artist desperately craved for a sword that they sometimes put down their trousers. One might consider this to be a bizarre undertaking, to me, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a sword being the chosen thing.

The Boring Artist needed a custard pie that they liked to annihilate This might appear to be a strange thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea is the most awesome idea. A custard pie is the thing to opt for.

The Boring Artist desperately craved for a painting of a melon that they sometimes cuddle. One might consider this to be an astonishing action, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderful. Honestly, a painting of a melon would be the item chosen.

The Boring Artist desperately desired a lava lamp to put on his head. It was a bizarre approach to life, to me, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a lava lamp would be the item that was selected.

The Boring Artist found a set square that they would often share. One might find this to be an odd operation, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was awesome. Who would have thought, a set square being the chosen thing.