And, I, ooooop!

I tossed my telephone thinking it would land in one spot, no - it bounced back directly smashing into my little ink glass. That poor guy has had the absolute shit kicked out of him! When I would do live painting downtown, or wherever, I would always accidentally drop it. It is chipped in a few spots. Ah, anyways, my kids yell at me when I use the word “telephone” then one googles a rotary phone: “THIS is a telephone, MOMMA. THAT is a phone.” Damn, okay. I still call it that. Actin like I called it a muffin or something. You know what the fuck I’m talkin bout.

I draw objects that have no meaning, in case you were wondering how deep this is. It. Is. Not.