Sitting in my old art room
... Smocks covered in old, crusted paint from past endeavors, and now being coated a second time with slimy clay paste. ... The art horses with their carvings on them. ... The same old articles sit on the wall. ... Same old objects sitting on the top shelf collecting dust. Green bottle with grapes on it, old cowboy boot that has hardened with time, horrid orange vase that is straight out of the 70’s with its gaudy sun design. ... I made such good friends in this room…. ... I guess I was looked up to in art, although not much of my stuff got my own approval. Old friends are enthusiastic to see you’re still alive, though they’ve never made and effort to see you.