The artist called his wife, who was also an artist, some say better than he, into his studio. Two dentists can marry and together open a practice. Two teachers can marry and work well in the same school. Two actors often marry, only to divorce and marry other actors. But two artists? Painters? Abstract Expressionists?
When called, his wife came, accustomed to being his first and most adoring critic. On the floor was a large raw canvas splattered with house paint. He held in his hand a paint stained stick. She planned what she might say about this. He will want to hear that it is good, right after he pretends that it is bad.
“Lee?” he asked
“Is this a painting?”
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