Living in Drawings

So the wall started off cream which doesn’t make any sense at all considering the colours. Then it turned yellow, to start with, because hopefully, the warmness would be a good start, but, it was kind of the same, so bits of red and orange got joined to the yellow, so that it could be more sort of shimmering and moving. So that was cool. Then pictures wanted to be there. First some birds, but they flew away. Then an elephant, elephants are heavy, but it walked away. Then a kind of wooden sculpture figure, like a mask, but not just the face, also the rest, like the ones you’d find on the side of the road in Africa, and it would be sort of abstract and so old and it would have taken so long to make, so it would know how to be.
But it went away. It probably didn’t like where it was, even with the yellow.
It had jewels for eyes and dark etched wood that was stained from time and it was still and listening and you couldn’t really tell which bits were made from a chisel, and which bits just were. So instead this is what appeared, another happy picture arrived, and it seems to want to stay even though I gave it an aeroplane. It even has 4 hands for some reason. Maybe I could bring back the cream paint. but that probably won’t happen; the picture would get in the way, once its there.
And then, again, it’s not really something people would like to have painted on their walls either. So it can stay where it is, for now. Maybe tomorrow I’ll paint some dragonflies, for the picture.