My Bewildered Artist

My Bewildered Artist wanted a custard pie that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was a strange exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a custard pie being the thing selected.

My Bewildered Artist always had with them a custard pie that they would often drop. One might consider this to be a fairly unusual approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who thinks it was fun. Strangely, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

My Bewildered Artist always kept a set of lego that they would smash. It is considered to be a fairly astonishing undertaking, to my children, but not to the Artist, who assumed it would be exciting. Honestly, a set of lego would be the chosen thing.

My Bewildered Artist often carried a cucumber that they would try to nail to the wall. This seems a fairly strange undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who had decided that it was in fact, wonderful. Remarkably, a cucumber was the chosen thing.

My Bewildered Artist desperately needed a bag of flour that they would often throw. One might say this is an exciting activity, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour having that done to it

My Bewildered Artist craved for a bottle of coke to play with. One might say this is a weird operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea is miraculous. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke having that done to it