PHOTO PROMPT © Carole Erdman-Grant
I knew the building would be my greatest triumph. I knew I could bring life back to this sleepy town and I knew this was just the building. My soon-to-be art studio was just on the edge of town and everyone had to drive by on the way to and from the interstate so there was no possibility of it getting missed. I knew the windows needed to be replaced, but I knew I wouldn’t have to paint. It would be my one last, big middle finger to the town that tried so hard to get me out.
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5 responses to “Spring Cleanup”
Good point about not having to paint it.
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Of course – it’s a perfect artist’s studio. I wish him/her well in the enterprise.
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Yes, an ideal location, on the edge of the town for someone on the edge of their tiny minds.
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That’s it, you show them! Nice one.
Here’s mine!
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As Ivana said, “Success is the best revenge.” I hope she corrupts all the children in the town with her outrageous artistic genius 🙂
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