Her Gentle Artist

Her Gentle Artist desperately wanted a stretchman that they would play with. It would be a funny thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who thinks it would be simply life. Remarkably, a stretchman would be the item that was opted for.

Her Gentle Artist looked for a mug that they would occasionally put on his head. This could be considered a curious exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a mug was the item that was selected.

Her Gentle Artist carried a painting of a melon that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a surprising idea, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who feels it was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon was the thing that was opted for.

Her Gentle Artist desperately looked for a sponge that they sometimes throw. It might have been a strange exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was sublime. Who would have imagined, a sponge is the thing that was chosen.

Her Gentle Artist looked for a piece of paper that they would sleep with. It might be a fairly weird idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who thought it was sublime. Remarkably, a piece of paper being the thing selected.

Her Gentle Artist desperately wanted a set of lego to smash. It would have been a bizarre exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, magnificent. Bizarrely, a set of lego would be the chosen thing.