My Adventurous Artist

My Adventurous Artist found a cup that they liked to insert somewhere. One might find this to be a fairly astonishing thought, to my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea was sublime. Remarkably, a cup was the thing that was chosen.

My Adventurous Artist found a pen to embrace. This might appear to be a fairly new undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea is miraculous. Honestly, a pen would be the item chosen.

My Adventurous Artist desperately wanted a toilet brush to put up their bum. This might appear to be a funny suggestion, to my children, but not to the Artist, who considered it was simply life. Honestly, a toilet brush being the chosen thing.

My Adventurous Artist needed a sack of potatoes that they sometimes cuddle. It was considered to be an astonishing approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes was the chosen thing.

My Adventurous Artist had a can of coke that they would insert somewhere. It would have been a peculiar approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who feels it would be simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of coke would be the chosen thing.

My Adventurous Artist desperately desired a stretchman that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This seems to be an astonishing suggestion, to me, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. A stretchman would be the item that was chosen.