Words Make Art Work

Words Make Art Work: Rod's wife inci walked into his art studio. "That painting is certainly different for you, what's it called?"

"I don't know!"

"Well what's it about?"

"I don't know!"

"Why did you use those colors?"

"I don't know!"

"You must have had an idea on what you were going to name it, didn't anything cross your mind while you were mixing colors and brushing paint onto the canvas?"

"No and I don't know!" This is how the conversation with Rod and Inci went for every bit of  30 minutes.

"Too many I don't knows: I'm going to  go upstairs and have some lunch, Rod, I will let you suffer with your wordless thoughts."

"I don't know, if that's a good idea."

"Which part... me having lunch, or me leaving you to think about a way to come up with coherent ideas to support your painting, it's obvious you spent several hours working on it." 

“ I don't know!" Rod announced for the umpteenth time.

Inci gave Rod a look that was somewhat near, or between contemptuousness and exasperation. "I give up! And you can fix your own lunch."

"I don't know."

"You're like talking to a parrot Rod. I hate it when you get this way, also my stomach is growling which is making me more than a little bit irritable!"

"You’re right. I better do some serious thinking about this piece, ‘Words Make Art Work’, and right now the muse of pontifications doesn't seem to be anywhere near me."

Rod thought for all of 10 minutes, and then realized that he was getting pretty hungry and needed to head to the kitchen with an apologetic demeanor. "I'm sorry sweetheart; I was not being very polite by firing off a whole bunch of I don't knows.” 

Inci, in a somewhat rarefied moment, was not showing….

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