My Exceptional Artist

My Exceptional Artist wanted a pen to demolish. This seems a strange idea, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. A pen would be the thing that was opted for.

My Exceptional Artist desperately wanted a cup that they liked to embrace. It might have been a funny action, to me, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was miraculous. A cup would be the item that was chosen.

My Exceptional Artist found a wig that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems to be an astonishing proposal, to my children, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea is exciting. Who would have imagined, a wig was the item that was selected.

My Exceptional Artist owned a CD player that they would drop. One might find this to be an exciting idea, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a CD player is the item to choose.

My Exceptional Artist craved for a melon that they would sometimes experiment on. This seems to be a fairly surprising operation, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have thought, a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

My Exceptional Artist looked for a helmet to try to balance on their head. It should be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a helmet is the thing to choose.