one more thing
My finger painting has sold for forty dollars (with frame). Mack is happy. He brings me a huge pile of paper and big buckets of paint.
“Get to work,” he says.
I paint for Mack during the day, and for Ruby at night.
I nap when I can.
But my nighttime picture isn’t quite right. It’s big, that’s for sure. When I place all the pieces on the floor of my cage side by side, the cement is almost completely covered.
But something is still missing.
Bob says I’m crazy. “There’s Ruby,” he says, pointing with his nose. “There’s the zoo. There are other elephants. What’s wrong with it?”
“It needs one more thing,” I say.
Bob groans. “You’re being a temperamental artist. What could be missing?”
I stare at the huge expanse of colors and shapes. I don’t know how to explain to Bob that it isn’t done yet.
“I’ll just have to wait,” I say at last. “Something will come to me, and then I’ll know my painting is finally ready.”
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О психологии, саморазвитии и личностном росте
Саморазвитие
Детективы и триллеры, все новинки
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