THERE AREN’T …

…. enough words in the world.

Van Gogh meets a plastic duck

I’ve never particularly liked the word ‘artist’. It’s too vague.

Anything I come up with sounds silly.

‘Artyfactualist’

‘Romantic Clutterist’

‘Imaginaryist’

This isn’t a problem at the moment but as soon as a patron steps forward to offer me a permanent space to exhibit my sculptures I will need a snappy byline.

‘Artimissed’?

*aside* – I have now reached an age when, in certain wind conditions, I can’t see through my eyebrows.

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