I, Larry, without emotional or physical duress freely attest
that I am a messy person. I have the messy gene. This gene is blatantly apparent when I do anything creative with ink or oil. Like
illegal aliens longing for freedom, paint migrates from my brushes and canvas
to my hands. From my hands, paint is transferred to my forehead. Apparently I
can’t think without touching my head, and ears. Yet the biggest victim of migrating paint is my
clothing. Many of my favorite
shirts have inkblots or paint smears and I look like a walking psychological
test. Crazy people walk past me
and say, “Butterfly!”
So, I have decided on a protective layer of cloth. First, I
pondered an apron but the word "apron" has too many womanly connotations. I am a manly man….cough I even tried replacing the word
“apron” with the word “smock” but smock sounds silly. I landed on the idea of using a long sleeved large
shirt. Well, technically the shirt
is an extra-extra large. (Kindly
keep your thoughts to yourself). The shirt has to be VASTLY oversized to offer a large area of
protection and to fit loosely over my clothing. That is my story and I am sticking to it.
In other news, I am going on a diet and exercise regiment the
very moment I post this blog.
2 comments:
I have an idea, Larry...buy some shirts, pants and socks specifically to be worn to allow the paint to live free. Put them in a special place and when you are ready to dance, sing and mess, become one with them.
Dance!
Sing!
Mess!
Your're an artist. ;)
When i was reading your comment for some reason the song "Born Free" would not leave my mind!
Messes are not that bad.....I suppose!
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