Thursday August, 21st - Mystery Lady

  How Imaginative is our world? Are our thoughts just a jumbled mess written on a paper waiting to be read. Sometimes words cannot be read, but seen. A strange structure crooked and colorful, twisted and a lack of boredom is what I see. It is always great to see or hear something abnormally different. Some people would say it is strange and not something anyone can relate to or be comfortable to watch. Some people don't step out of there comfort zones and realize it is so much better outside the box. It is so much better outside the box!
  You can create a monster painting with colors splattered in various places, and lines that aren't so straight, but lead you to something so much better than the lines before them. The colors that lay mixed with another color. Faces that can only be described as insidious and obscene. Crippled arms and shattered legs put together again only in a different pattern. It is the backwards of normality.
  She sits in a chair made of hand carved wood. She sits and stairs through her dim, and coal black eyes watching, and listening through her curvy bent ears placed in a position only she could understand. She waits for someone to tell her who she was drawn by. She asks herself who, but it is all just a mystery.