The Yellow Artist

The Yellow Artist desperately wanted a lava lamp that they would often try to nail to the wall. It might be a fairly weird idea, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a lava lamp is the thing that was chosen.

The Yellow Artist desperately wanted a toilet brush to insert somewhere. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who felt it was wonderous. A toilet brush is the thing that was chosen.

The Yellow Artist owned a sword that they would occasionally embrace. This seems a weird idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who considered it was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a sword was the chosen item.

The Yellow Artist found a piece of paper that they would try to nail to the wall. It might be a fairly extraordinary idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a piece of paper being the chosen thing.

The Yellow Artist desired a dildo to play with. It is a different operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea is fun. Remarkably, a dildo is the thing that was chosen.

The Yellow Artist always carried a bag of flour that they sometimes share. It was a fairly surprising thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour would be the thing that was chosen.