I am playing the game Gloom except instead of collecting pathos I am trying to drown bridezillas in shot glasses. The deal for the game always shuffles out not quite in my favor. It just leaves the angry brides trying to scratch at my eyes with their long cheap manicures.
The shot glasses are filling up with the rain that bounces from the ground into the pool then out again. The wedding party is getting restless. They are hungry for blood, drama or revenge: which ever comes with the happy meal toy and a side of fries. I have to come up with something quick. And it better be fancy.
I take the chopsticks from my place setting and hold the brides under in each shot glass. They sink down into some cheap mall-like hell. Their absence in the shot glasses leaves a baby otter and a lava lamp. The otters do tricks and the lava lamp is amusing. I am relieved to be done with them but I know they will come back to haunt me. Cheap like that is hard to get rid of.
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| Filtering of Ideas watercolor, ink and acrylic on paper 22" x 30" |
I take the chopsticks from my place setting and hold the brides under in each shot glass. They sink down into some cheap mall-like hell. Their absence in the shot glasses leaves a baby otter and a lava lamp. The otters do tricks and the lava lamp is amusing. I am relieved to be done with them but I know they will come back to haunt me. Cheap like that is hard to get rid of.
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