My mom liked to paint. She was okay, I guess. She was painting an oil of a harbor scene and one day my dad, who was an excellent sketch artist in charcoal, “touched up” her painting when she wasn’t around. Only he was severely color blind and used clashing colors. She about killed him.
“The Reverend Henry Ward Beecher / called the hen an elegant creature. / [something something something involving the laying of an egg] / And thus did the hen reward Beecher.
I leave it to the reader as an exercise to look up the part I did not memorize.
According to some societies, Opal was supposed to give all that “culture” stuff (like painting,literature, etc) when she married Earl so she was supposed to live “just for him” and not have any life at all. Believe me, this is what some circles in this country think!
Ratkin Premium Member about 2 months ago
My mom liked to paint. She was okay, I guess. She was painting an oil of a harbor scene and one day my dad, who was an excellent sketch artist in charcoal, “touched up” her painting when she wasn’t around. Only he was severely color blind and used clashing colors. She about killed him.
ꜝ about 2 months ago
yadda, yadda, yadda⠄⠄⠄
where’s Roscoe?
Cat Next Door about 2 months ago
LOL !
iggyman about 2 months ago
Clean it up quick, Roscoe might like “soul food”!
Argythree about 2 months ago
Nice of him to volunteer some help…
pschearer Premium Member about 2 months ago
“The Reverend Henry Ward Beecher / called the hen an elegant creature. / [something something something involving the laying of an egg] / And thus did the hen reward Beecher.
I leave it to the reader as an exercise to look up the part I did not memorize.
win.45mag about 2 months ago
Maybe holding the palette level would stop the mess. I’m just sayin’.
cmerb about 2 months ago
And just where has the precious Roscoe been ?
Doug K about 2 months ago
Where is your soul dripping?
Slowly, he turned... about 2 months ago
The only time I dropped a bit of my soul on the floor, it involved a woman…
WaitingMan about 2 months ago
“I’ve suffered for my art. Now it’s your turn.”
Marshall Crenshaw
Zebrastripes about 2 months ago
Oy! Earl! That went right over your head…..
1953Baby about 2 months ago
It’s called “performance art,” Earl. . .
ANIMAL about 2 months ago
She must LOVE having a critic breathing down her neck…..
Munch about 2 months ago
Don’t get your soul in the dripped paint Opal.
EMGULS79 about 2 months ago
Now the carpet is “abstract.” (Could be worth millions in the hands of a patron who’s gullible enough!)
JudithStocker Premium Member about 2 months ago
According to some societies, Opal was supposed to give all that “culture” stuff (like painting,literature, etc) when she married Earl so she was supposed to live “just for him” and not have any life at all. Believe me, this is what some circles in this country think!
elgrecousa Premium Member about 2 months ago
How on earth did Opal get to be so literate all of a sudden?
wndflower1 about 2 months ago
hey rockie—- watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!!! (2 eggs) ooops- wrong hat!
zeexenon about 2 months ago
She may have several unopened boxes of them.
wildlandwaters about 2 months ago
evidently there’s a whole lotta confused, conflicted artists out there then…
magicwalnut Premium Member about 2 months ago
Tee Hee!
Chris Sherlock about 2 months ago
Opal needs a bucket of water to wash off her paint brush, like Bob Ross used to have.
hubbard3188 about 2 months ago
Now a good studio has a rough wooden floor, and the spills and smears are art all by themselves.
Strawberry King about 2 months ago
Don’t sweat it, Opal. I’m sure Bob Ross had this problem too.
CleverHans Premium Member about 2 months ago
“This is the sound of my soul (drip drip drip)…”
- Spandau Ballet