Imagine you and I are having coffee together in the sun. We would tell one another other stories. Have giggles. Most stories here are observations and accounts of certian bemusing events in the days of an artist. Events I wish to remember and think may amuse you too. The illustrations I drew. The protagonists are real. Should you have a coffee time story to share, write it back to me.Now if you are ready for a break, get a coffee, draw a chair, let me tell you what happened the other day :
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Thursday, 8 August 2013
Baby duye is arguing with a frankenstein, giraffe-horse-chiken-soft toy. The toy is singing its repeated mechanical mozart composition, and baby Duye keeps trying to start a new conversation. Getting furstrated and punching the toy, than howling to its rytham siinging along, producing all the new sounds he is learning to make, euuu, auuuu, Gu, eh, auwi,mmm. But the stupid toy does not get it. Yes he is deciding the toy is stupid and boring and the wall of the prambulator is by far more interesting making this my que to interveen. This is as much as i can write today. So loong!
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