His Red Artist

His Red Artist desperately craved for a pint of beer that they would often experiment on. This could be considered a fairly strange approach to life, to me, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer of all things.

His Red Artist owned a wig that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It would be a weird and wonderful idea, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea is awesome. Who would have imagined, a wig being the chosen item.

His Red Artist always carried a piece of paper that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a fairly weird and wonderful exercise, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who considered it was entertaining. A piece of paper was the thing that was selected.

His Red Artist desperately desired a rubber chicken that they would sometimes throw. One might consider this to be a surprising action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a rubber chicken being the chosen item.

His Red Artist often carried a magic 8 ball that they would occasionally share. This seems to be a somewhat surprising approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a magic 8 ball being the thing selected.

His Red Artist craved for a block of cheese that they liked to put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a funny thought, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was breathtaking. Remarkably, a block of cheese is the item that was chosen.