The Depressed Artist

The Depressed Artist often carried a Harry Potter wand that they would often throw. This seems an odd suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who considered that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a Harry Potter wand of all things.

The Depressed Artist often carried a tomato to insert somewhere. It would have been a new thing to do, to many, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea is magnificent. Honestly, a tomato would be the chosen thing.

The Depressed Artist craved for a custard pie that they would sometimes share. It should be an exciting exercise, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was wonderful. A custard pie was the chosen thing.

The Depressed Artist always kept a painting of a melon to put up their bum. It should have been an astonishing idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon was the thing that was chosen.

The Depressed Artist desperately wanted a big sponge to put down their trousers. This is certainly an exciting action, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is epic. Remarkably, a big sponge is the thing to choose.

The Depressed Artist always kept a set of lego that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be a somewhat surprising thought, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who thinks it was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a set of lego being the chosen item.