A woman tells me she doesn't like abstract art, yet she's wearing a Pollack print on her dress
A woman comes in and sits down on my paint palette
A kid wearing a French beret puts his hand in my palette, and then looks at his hand
Kid walks in the studio and tells his parents "look there's artwork on the walls"
A man walks into the studio and tells me it isn't possible for me to work in multiple styles. I'm only showing three out of forty
A lady from New York tells me she doesn't want to look at any goddamn art, she's just here for the history tour
A little girl shows up with her paint and palette and tells me she's going to paint with me. She sets her easel and tells me to get painting
A guy comes to my studio and talks for three hours. Just when I thought he had left he comes back with a record player and shares his record collection. I've never been very good at breaking off conversations
Woman says there needs to be more pain and misery represented in my paintings
A woman comes to the studio and tells me she knows nothing about art, yet she says I am painting everything wrong
A guy dripping chewing tobacco tells me he hates my artwork
Man from Omaha says I shouldn't want to sell paintings cause people are stupid and ugly inside just like me
An Amana man whose wife had just died is dancing around my studio and acting all happy
This guys in my gallery and he says "so you wanna sell paintings or something"
Old girlfriend comes to my studio, doesn't tell me who she is. I knew her when she was 16, not 45. She is an older beauty, looks like her Mom witch isn't a bad thing
A van stops in front of my sign. Eight people get out of the van, gather around my sign and take a group picture and never come into the gallery
A man in an expensive sports car stops at the gallery. Takes his Afghan dog around my yard, takes a shit and leaves
A woman shows up at the studio and tells me her husband is ill and that she will be available soon
Two drunken college girls show up at the studio. I'm drunk, their drunk, I go to the fridge to get the whipped cream
A family of fat people come to the gallery. They tell their 320 pound 12 year old child to finish his candy bar and big gulp Pepsi, so that he can make room for an Amana meal
A German man walks into the gallery. He looks like he walked out of the Death Star. He tells me that he must preview the gallery before his family can come
A group of sorority girls come to my studio and tell me they'd like to have a slumber party with me. I rush to my room to get on my Hugh Hefner sleeping jacket, slippers, and plastic corn cob pipe that emits bubbles.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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