Stella with sticky fingers…

But First…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s existential angst is centred around the sound of the word mawkish.
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Landscape No. 102. (2015) Pencil and charcoal on white drawing paper, probably about 24″ x 18″.

‘Stella! What time do you call this!’
‘I don’t call it any time David – I’ve been standing on your doorstep for at least two bloody minutes! Now get that kettle on – and I desperately need cake!’
‘Your were supposed to be here an hour ago, I gave you up, I started washing my smalls.’
‘Your smalls?’
‘Yes, anyway… Luckily the kettle has just boiled, but I don’t have any cake, you’ll have to make do with a few Jacob’s cream crackers with French salty butter and pale tahini blathered on them.’
‘Oh, that sounds quite nice, blathered you say?’
‘Yes I do…’
‘I suppose you think it’s clever!’
‘Eh?… What?…’
‘This drawing – it’s covered with little silly shapes.’
‘You think my shapes are silly?’
‘It looks like something Joan Miro might do when he was having a bad day.’
‘I don’t think Joan had bad days Stella… Hoy!…’
‘What?’
‘Don’t poke my drawing like that! You’ve got tahini on your finger!’
‘Your fault David, you over-blathered my crackers!’
‘Are you complaining?’
‘Er… no.’
‘Well then, just keep your greasy digits away from the work!’
‘Is this another of your doom-laden eco-drawings, with man-made detritus and discarded plastic gewgaws covering mother nature’s verdant vulnerable pastures – in front of a backdrop with moiling clouds of poisonous industrial gaseous filth?…’
‘No.’
‘Right ho… This tea is very nice – is it Taylors of Harrogate Yorkshire Tea?’
‘What else could it be?’
‘Those occasional round blobs look like reproachful eyes, they’re  peering out at us in a pitying manner.’
‘No Stella, they’re not eyes, and they’re not doing any peering, or pitying…’
‘I’ve never had cream crackers with butter and tahini on them before.’
‘See, that’s what you get when you come to visit an urban sophisticate…’
‘Hm…’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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2 Responses to Stella with sticky fingers…

  1. Sharon Mann says:

    Stella just can’t appreciate “fascinating art”.

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