Red Artist

Red Artist searched for a bag of poop that they would often experiment on. It would have been a fairly different exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who considered that this idea is spectacular. Remarkably, a bag of poop being the chosen item.

Red Artist desired a helmet that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It would have been a bizarre idea, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who considered it was fun. Honestly, a helmet was the chosen thing.

Red Artist looked for a bat that they would sometimes demolish. It should be a fairly peculiar action, to you, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it would be sublime. Who would have thought, a bat of all things.

Red Artist always kept a custard pie that they would embrace. One might find this to be a fairly unusual thought, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was amazing. Bizarrely, a custard pie is the item that was chosen.

Red Artist always had with them a rubber chicken that they would sometimes smash. It should have been a weird proposal, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who feels it was magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was chosen.

Red Artist desperately craved for a little monkey that they sometimes embrace. This could be considered an astonishing undertaking, to many, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was entertaining. Remarkably, a little monkey is the thing to select.