The Blue Artist

The Blue Artist looked for a bag of poop that they would often try to nail to the wall. It should be an odd operation, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of poop being the thing selected.

The Blue Artist always kept a sword to break. It should be a fairly new approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Honestly, a sword was the thing that was opted for.

The Blue Artist owned a hat that they liked to rub on his belly. It might have been a weird and wonderful activity, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a hat was the item that was selected.

The Blue Artist desperately needed a melon that they would experiment on. This might appear to be a different approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea is sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a melon is the thing to opt for.

The Blue Artist looked for a set of lego that they would break. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing thought, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be awe-inspring. Strangely, a set of lego is the thing to choose.

The Blue Artist craved for a computer that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It might have been a fairly new operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, epic. A computer was the thing that was chosen.