Bert on a High Wire, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6
Elizabeth W. Seaver
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Has this ever happened to you? You get out in the middle of something and then make the fatal mistake of looking down. That's exactly what happened to Bert.
He was doing fine, stepping to the music, enjoying the gasps as he danced on the wire. But there were more gasps and whispers than usual. He got curious. Not that he didn't think he deserved all the excited attention, but something just didn't feel right.
Maybe Alphonse who sold the peanuts and popcorn had fallen down the stairs again. Alphonse was one of his best friends, so he thought he'd better look and see. He stopped and peered over the ends of his toes. OMG! He'd done it again! He'd gone to buy the latest Jennifer Cruisie novel before the show, and he'd forgotten to change his shoes when got back. He was going to hear from the ringmaster for this.
At least they matched this time.
9 comments:
Bert speaks for many of us!
Great story Elizabeth. What a wonderful imagination you have. Your paintings are charming and delightful.
I will not wait so long for a visit again. Your work inspires. Thanks so much for coming by my blog the other day. Your words and your work encourage me to grab that brush again. Happy painting!
Well, at least Bert was clothed!! Helping Mom has inspired me, in part because of all I've learned from you, so I think I may start my own "project"! Love you!
HAHAHA! Poor Bert. :)
I am thinking of you tonight and just KNOW your 30 in 30 will be a great success!!! (Even if you forget to change your shoes.)
Hi, SmartCat. Thanks for reading about Bert!
Cathyann. It was great to go to your blog and see your new work. Hope to cross paths with you again soon.
I'm glad you liked Bert and his woeful tale. Thank you for your visit, too. Your watercolors are wonderful. I so wish watercolors behaved as well for me!
It's true. In fact, perhaps that gives me an idea for a new painting, hmmm.
I think your own project is a fabulous idea. Can't wait for the reveal!
Thanks, Anna. You know me so well. Yes, it was a roaring success, and I did remember to change, but just my shirt. Then I pulled my sleeves down to hide the green paint on my hands that wouldn't come off no matter how I scrubbed. It's always something!
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