Prompt: Metaphor as a thing. Where would your heart be, what would you see?As an example, I did three exercises with this and was a coffee table book, a table of contents, and a painting. I’ll post my painting result tomorrow. Have fun!!!
Result: I am happy to post on my birthday and look forward to a bday lunch and dinner!
I am a painting. My frame is my bone structure. My heart was given to me by my artist. The many splashes of color, royal blue, deep red, bright yellow and orange, are my many moods. Thankfully, there isn’t too much black on me – you don’t want to be around me then.
I see you looking at me, studying, smiling. I like it when people smile at me. With the lighting just right, I look better and so do you. My lines are like an English country road – such a beautiful journey to take – you never know what you’ll find and see for the first time. Or trail along a familiar brush stroke. Some things are worth looking at again and again.Don’t stay away too long. I like to see your smile.