Well. This is a pretty poor attempt at both art and humour. It’s meant to be about there being thin lines everywhere (not rain) and none noticing apart from a poodle and so maybe it’s touching on not being aware enough to see what’s in plain sight, or technology stealing our attention to the present. Who knows? Who cares? There’s far too much crammed into the page, which makes it off-putting and unappealing to look at, but we can all just pretend it’s okay and get on with the next thing. Yes.
I am egg. You are my best friend. You will take me to the circus and buy me the double-king size waffle with ice-cream and lemon curd and chocolate sauce. You will then take me to a supermarket, hold me up and make scary noises, like they’re coming from me. We will then go to the sunniest paddock and laugh at everything, including the milk bottles sitting on step. You like me better than anyone and build me a six poster bed at the rare times you are not taking me to places I want to go. You will NEVER like another egg the way you do I and you will show me off with pride to everyone and add adjectives that make me sound very cool so they all want me as their best friend too. I will constantly chatter about things like queues and how the trains are running and you will always listen attentively, not yawn, or let your eyes wander away from me. Let’s begin…
travel and sing 