New Ron was there and he was beside himself too. He turned to himself and muttered something under his breaths. The air was thick with it that day. Those New Rons they really are all about making new connections.
Just hanging about the docks one day and there was this stuff just lying there and all that I could think was - Hello Sailor. And I just got out my little bit of ink that I always have on me and pulled a sheet out. Then I just sort of got stuck in. Applying yourself to a subject matter is very good for your spirits but not very good for brain function. There was this new kid called Ron and he rolled up and I just called him New Ron and he just sort of zapped about the place like some heartless idiot.
Naked woman that just rolled up to class one day and she had no clothes on and everyone was aghast because the human body is just not on. The teacher just sort of went out of the room with a box of tissues and left us to our own devices. Being rather shy, as I am and believe me I am, I just got out my brush and dipped it in the well and was all over the sheets. Of paper, I'd say brown was the best but that's only me.
Still life #1, mixed media on brown paper(too smooth to wipe with), in the year of our Lord 2006. On an easel with the humidity at 23% and the wind blowing out of the East at 5 knots and a penetrometer reading of Hell that's deep! with a cup of tea and a glass of ink with some assistance and in a room full of others on floorboards. On a Monday.