Spectrum MontreShall we start at my love of cupcakes? Or maybe my great works and development as an artist?
No, no, I think I'll start at the point I realized I'm a hopeless romantic.
Ms. Ireland's sixth grade English class was told to bring a valentines card and candy for someone special in the class. I chose mine to go to Maryanna Parker. The girl of all my prepubescent dreams. Of course, I wasn't the only boy that brought valentines gifts for her and I was well prepared. Who could beat a handmade card with pop-out hearts on springs, confetti doves, and a box of Whitman's finest chocolates?
Not many, my friend... not many.
The day came when we were to bring our valentines to school and exchange them after lunch. I couldn't even eat my mother-made grilled cheese sandwich with a side of goldfish because I was so nervous. In fact, I couldn't wait to get back to class to give Maryanna my valentine. So, I carefully lifted the envelope containing the card and heart-shaped box of chocolates and hid them in my jacket then headed towards Maryanna and the "pretty-girl" table she sat at. I haven't seen many boys approach this hostile territory, but love will make you do crazy things. As bravely and calmly as I could, I tapped her shoulder.
She swung around in one graceful motion with her hair catching a breeze and floating to the other side of her lovely face. I broke out in a nervous sweat but I pushed on and pulled from it's hiding place the envelope and box of chocolates. A big girlish flirty smile glazed her face as I started telling her how I just couldn't wait to give it to her in class. She then daintily accepted the gifts and blushed. As she opened the card, the hearts sprang out at the perfect moment and the confetti flew everywhere.
Now every girl's focus was on me and Maryanna. She was in awe of the display and giggled with joy. After all the commotion of the unveiling, Maryanna stood up from the lunch table and landed one right on me!
That, my friends, was my first kiss.
Of course, it didn't last, we were kids, but it made me aware of my own character flaw; hopeless romanticism.
Now, onto my love (addiction) of cupcakes...
They say sushi is an art form. Well, I say cupcakes are an art!
The perfect combination of cake and icing can take you back to grandma's or a favorite birthday party.
I mean truly, have you ever had a bad cupcake?
And if so, maybe you shouldn't be friends with that person anyway. I mean, if he or she can ruin the easiest dessert then what can you trust that person to do correctly?
The wonderful characteristic of cupcakes is that they are the easiest art to create, and others get to enjoy them- not just visually!
Well, there I go again, rambling on about cupcake perfection...
Oh dear, I hope I haven't bored you!
I must now talk about the part of me you probably know best.
NO?!
What do you mean you've never heard of me?!
Clearly you mustn't be associating with the artistic crowd.
Why, I'm the great Lichtenstein!
I can't believe you haven't seen my works!
I mean, this really speaks volumes of you.
I guess this would be the proper time to do this. So, allow me to inform you of myself.
I'm an amazing pop artist!
...And no, I didn't do those soup cans or Marylin... that was Andy Warhol.
My subject matter is usually involving common advertisements seen on a daily basis, or recreations of comic strips I favor. I adore comic books. I love using the pointillism technique; vibrant and bold colors. The technique always reminds me that sometimes in life, you must step back to see the bigger picture, because if you scrutinize it too closely you'll just see meaningless spots.
Want to know more?
'Google' me sometime.
My favorite quote is by the psychiatrist Gerald Jampolsky, "A truly creative person rids him or herself of all self-imposed limitations."
I will leave you with that, my friends.
Let it marinate and soon the lines that separate the earth and sky will fade.
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Images Retrieved from:Tearful Eye, Lichtenstein Comic, Cupcake
