“What did they do to me? Next year I’m not going to let them help me with my costume. “
What if… you saw this happen right before your eyes? I personally would stand in the same place the next day in case by chance it would happen again.
What if… you make a vow never to paint an image again? Every time I paint a bluebonnet painting I vow no more. Then spring comes and I take photographs and get hooked again. I guess this makes me a compulsive liar, as I know the flowers weaken me every year. This is the behavior of an addict. Can people be addicted to flowers? Yes, that’s what’s wrong. I need therapy.
What if …you just wanted to paint a few soft sweet paintings?
What if somebody wanted to dig up your grandma?
What if…you had a frog named Shamrock? Let’s say Shamrock happens to swim past a person who is dynamite fishing. The chances of Shamrock turning into an abstract painting are very high. Now folks, those of you who is doing the dynamite fishing know you are blowing up the coral reefs as well. So… cut it out.
What if…. you could see music? We’ve all been here before. If you haven’t then I feel sorry for you. Just saying.
What if… being seasick could be fun and colorful? He’s trying to get his boat straightened out with no luck. At least he hasn’t turned a putrid green yet. Let’s wish him luck and hope he gets back to smooth sailing.