The Troubled Artist

The Troubled Artist desperately searched for a bag of flour that they would occasionally throw. It is a fairly curious action, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who expected it would be simply life. Strangely, a bag of flour would be the item that was selected.

The Troubled Artist looked for a bag of flour that they would occasionally play with. It might be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be amazing. Bizarrely, a bag of flour is the item that was chosen.

The Troubled Artist desperately wanted a bag of poop that they liked to annihilate One might find this to be a fairly astonishing undertaking, to my children, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop being the chosen thing.

The Troubled Artist needed a can of coke that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly original action, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of coke is the item to select.

The Troubled Artist searched for a spade that they liked to demolish. One might find this to be a curious idea, to you, but not to the Artist, who thinks it would be exciting. A spade is the item that was chosen.

The Troubled Artist desired a ball that they would occasionally eat. It would be a bizarre approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who thought it would be simply life. A ball was the item that was opted for.