Quick, somebody, where's my french beret?
I plan on taking the paint-by-number world by storm.
Using a magic marker.
The life of an arteest is so misunderstood.
We're complicated, never knowing what we want, think or feel at any given moment. Take my picture for example. Do I want to sit down? Or, am I needing flowers, fake ones because I kill the other kind, to cheer my weary soul. Perhaps I just copied what the teacher did because that's what we were supposed to do. We'll never know, will we?
Hey kids! Look what you're getting for Christmas this year! I know, I shouldn't have, but you know what? You're worth it.
Next year will be even better. I'll paint our family portrait wearing my fancy French beret. And I might become a fireman or a superhero. I always did love art and kindergarten.