What on earth are you doing now?
“Trying to work out an animation, Mum.”
What on earth are you doing now?
“Trying to work out an animation, Mum.”
Anyway. Where have you been? I thought you were painting watercolours.
“I got distracted.” You do get distracted easily you know. Your problem is … you lack concentration.
“I was making gifs.” Gifts? Well anyone can be distracted by gifts. “No Mum. GIFs!”
Why do you like tiny things. Why don’t you make big, colourful things? … I would. “I do make big, colourful things! My necklaces were very big and colourful. Until everyone wanted tiny, delicate ones. “
“Perhaps liking tiny things is to do with shyness. When I was an art student, one time we each had to make a musical instrument from any stuff we could find.”
“Everyone was rushing around, banging on corrugated iron with bits of wood. Banging and clanging. I sat in a corner dropping pins into a glass of water. The tutors thought that was going too far. Or too quiet.”
(ting!)
What did you mean when you said you’d got the watercolours out?
“What do you mean by being kitted out with a crayon and a fancy headscarf!”
What you do … I do. I’ll have you know that I was quite artistic too. I met your father at art evening classes, remember.
“I know. But I’m sorry Mum, I never thought to ask you what took you there.”
You’re drawing again, aren’t you. “Mmmm … perhaps.”
You just won’t get on and animate us! “Sorry, Mum …”
“… and I got my watercolours out too.”
Shame on you.