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yellow blue series paint drips homage 2 paul jaisini artworks
apologize so let me clear myself up by introducing myself. Like I mentioned before, my name is Booba and, obviously I come from a better place than a mess of spilled paint, brushes sticking out everywhere and dirty pallets.”
The artist looked up and replied, “That is very helpful. As if I haven’t had enough of robotic smart parrots in addition to my mess. Then crash through my window just to pester me. If you are so wise, do me a favor, go to sleep because I have had quite a stressful day. I am sure it will be too difficult for metal robots to understand.”
The parrot shot back with anger, “So, just because I am made from metal, I don’t have a heart? And by the way. If I would’ve had no heart, would I fly three hundred million miles just to keep you with your confusion? Am I in the right place? I have landed on planet Earth, correct? And, your name is Claude, right? You are one of those genius artists. who have wild ideas to paint a perfect picture?”
The artist layed down on his bed and covered his ears. His head was spinning with crazy thoughts that this robot was more of an alien.
“I am not an alien, and, not a robot either. I am just a parrot who has original metal looks.“
The strange midnight guest puffed his chest, showing off his metal feathers. Sitting on the bed, dazzled, the artist said. “This is a dream. You can’t be real… at all.”
At that instant, Booba, the parrot, flew over and pecked the artist on the forehead with his curved beak.
“Ouch!” Shouted the artist. The timid cat screeched loudly and leaped off the bed, desperately searching for an exit.
“Am I real to you now, Claude? Just to clear the fog in your head I can say that you aren’t insane and I am for real. Your just like any genius, just a pinch loony. I really came here not to baffle you, but to help you see what I saw. And do you know what it is? A finished picture that you will paint soon. A picture that will stun the world with its beauty.” Said Booba.
© Midnight guest
yellow blue series paint drips homage 2 paul jaisini artworks
apologize so let me clear myself up by introducing myself. Like I mentioned before, my name is Booba and, obviously I come from a better place than a mess of spilled paint, brushes sticking out everywhere and dirty pallets.”
The artist looked up and replied, “That is very helpful. As if I haven’t had enough of robotic smart parrots in addition to my mess. Then crash through my window just to pester me. If you are so wise, do me a favor, go to sleep because I have had quite a stressful day. I am sure it will be too difficult for metal robots to understand.”
The parrot shot back with anger, “So, just because I am made from metal, I don’t have a heart? And by the way. If I would’ve had no heart, would I fly three hundred million miles just to keep you with your confusion? Am I in the right place? I have landed on planet Earth, correct? And, your name is Claude, right? You are one of those genius artists. who have wild ideas to paint a perfect picture?”
The artist layed down on his bed and covered his ears. His head was spinning with crazy thoughts that this robot was more of an alien.
“I am not an alien, and, not a robot either. I am just a parrot who has original metal looks.“
The strange midnight guest puffed his chest, showing off his metal feathers. Sitting on the bed, dazzled, the artist said. “This is a dream. You can’t be real… at all.”
At that instant, Booba, the parrot, flew over and pecked the artist on the forehead with his curved beak.
“Ouch!” Shouted the artist. The timid cat screeched loudly and leaped off the bed, desperately searching for an exit.
“Am I real to you now, Claude? Just to clear the fog in your head I can say that you aren’t insane and I am for real. Your just like any genius, just a pinch loony. I really came here not to baffle you, but to help you see what I saw. And do you know what it is? A finished picture that you will paint soon. A picture that will stun the world with its beauty.” Said Booba.
© Midnight guest