The Crazy Artist

The Crazy Artist desperately desired a crown that they would hug. It should have been a somewhat surprising thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who feels it was wonderful. Bizarrely, a crown was the item that was chosen.

The Crazy Artist wanted a pint of cider that they sometimes throw. It should have been a weird operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who felt it was amazing. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider would be the item that was selected.

The Crazy Artist desperately desired a cheese grater that they would eat. One might say this is an odd thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a cheese grater is the thing to choose.

The Crazy Artist looked for a cup that they would occasionally break. It might be a fairly weird proposal, to many, but not to the Artist, who considered it was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a cup was the item that was chosen.

The Crazy Artist always had with them a pen that they would sometimes embrace. It was a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a pen is the thing that was chosen.

The Crazy Artist craved for a bag of flour that they would often throw. It would be a funny activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour was the chosen item.