My Depressed Artist

My Depressed Artist craved for a painting of a melon that they liked to break. It might be a fairly extraordinary activity, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who thinks it would be stunning. Strangely, a painting of a melon of all things.

My Depressed Artist always carried a pint of cider that they sometimes share. It was a new thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, miraculous. A pint of cider would be the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Artist needed a cheese grater to try to balance on their head. This seems an extraordinary action, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea is stunning. A cheese grater would be the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Artist desperately desired a pint of beer to worship. One might find this to be a fairly original proposal, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who felt it was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer would be the thing that was opted for.

My Depressed Artist owned a Harry Potter wand that they would often experiment on. One might find this to be a fairly different suggestion, to me, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was exciting. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand is the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Artist owned a teapot that they would insert somewhere. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a teapot being the chosen thing.