Ever looked over and see a dish and be inspired? I don’t mean to wash it. The inspiration is of the dish just like it is. Sitting there all alone on the counter or the table, minding its own business. Not really.
Since when did a dish ever mind its own business? After all, it was the dish that ran away with the spoon. They eloped because the dish had gotten the spoon pregnant. Bet you didn’t know that. Because the dish and the spoon were an afterthought. Mother Goose really didn’t care about the dish and the spoon. She just needed another line to fit in her ditty. Boy, that Mother Goose sure could be cruel.
On top of that, she’s talking drugs. That’s what hey diddle diddle was. A seventeenth century version of LSD. See what you’re exposing your kids to. Next thing you’ll be telling them about twinkle twinkle little star. Now that’s a horse of a different color. Preferably purple.
an unwashed saucer
food splattered on white canvas
an abstract painting