A Blue Artist

A Blue Artist desired a teapot that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It should be a fairly curious activity, to me, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a teapot was the item that was opted for.

A Blue Artist always kept a bat that they would sometimes play with. This seems an odd exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. A bat being the thing selected.

A Blue Artist craved for a custard pie that they would throw. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary action, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was exciting. Bizarrely, a custard pie being the item selected.

A Blue Artist desperately looked for a bottle of beer that they would sometimes cuddle. This might appear to be a new approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who considered it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer was the item that was selected.

A Blue Artist carried a set square that they would try to balance on their head. It might have been an original undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a set square was the thing that was selected.

A Blue Artist often carried a tomato that they would occasionally worship. One might say this is a fairly weird approach to life, to my children, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a tomato being the thing selected.