Chester

Rhythmic Gymnast

Bird's Eye View

Head And Heel

Orange

Rainbow Space

The Self Portrait

Marina: Isn't it so lovely on daddy's yacht?
Jean Pierre: Yes, I could paint such a good sunset watching that view.
Marina: Yes, painting. I think you need a break from it.
Jean Pierre: What else would I do?
Marina: Socialise a bit more.
Jean Pierre: What, with lots of other people?
Marina: No, just me.
Jean Pierre: Oh, don't I do that already?
Marina: Yes, but not enough. I think you should be more attentive. I think you should paint me.
Jean Pierre: When?
Marina: We could start now.
Jean Pierre: I thout I needed a break.
Marina: I'll try to make it fun. Now, how should I dress? D'you think I'd look best in a bikini or
a swimsuit?
Jean Pierre: Oh, a swimsuit always.
Marina: O realy. I didn't know you were a one piece man?
Jean Pierre: As an artist and a former sculptor I find the current outfits the athletes wear rather
ugly. Stomach muscles on women are unseemly.
Marina: Well, there's no worry of muscles on me. I'm slitely pot-belied I've been told.
Jean Pierre: There's nothing wrong with that. It shows character.
Marina: Its certainly CHARACTER building when I have to show it.
Jean Pierre: People are too fixated on figures.
Marina: What kind of people?
Jean Pierre: Er, artists.
Marina: Well, at least you have wider vision.
Jean Pierre: I do try to see outside the outline of things.
Marina: Well, as long as you don't ignore me completely I'm sure I'll enjoy my picture of me very
much.
Jean Pierre: I was thinking of painting a portrait of myself but I didn't know who would have it.
Marina: Oh, do paint it, I'd keep it myself until we found someone to pass it onto.
Jean Pierre: You'd realy suffer it for me that much?
Marina: I think I can endure it.
Jean Pierre: You're a saint for sure.
Marina: If only you knew. 

Honeycomb City

Green Grasscanvas

Snow Fruits Summer Fruits

American Gymnast

King Of The Mountains

The Art Lover

Jean Pierre: Hi! Haven't seen you since London.
Flaxlawna: Yes, when I was staying at Buckwheat Barn.
Jean Pierre: What are you doing round here?
Flaxlawna: Oh, I'm at the house next door at the moment. I fancied a walk.
Jean Pierre: Oh, the house three miles away?
Flaxlawna: Yes, I was rather tired. I saw there was an art gallery here so I came in. It reminded
me of home.
Jean Pierre: Home?
Flaxlawna: Yes, Sdrawkcab. We've got a full house there at the moment with Daddy being away.
Jean Pierre: And at the moment you're staying at Lady Mishap's?
Flaxlawna: Yes, its all very spiffing... I mean, nice.
Jean Pierre: How d'you like it here at Coolclouds then.
Flaxlawna: Well, yes, nice but as you know I've been here before. I remembered when I got to
the path.
Jean Pierre: Ah, yes, I remember now. Marina invited you, you and your alien friends.
Flaxlawna: Before we were invited to the palace yes.
Jean Pierre: O you'll have to tell me about that.
Flaxlawna: O its on the Five Are At Mars Currently blog at froufeli.blogspot.com.
Jean Pierre: I think I mite remember that, thank you.
Marina: Who have we here? Flaxlawna!
Flaxlawna: Hallo Marina. We meet again.
Marina: Yes, we do. Engaged yet?
Flaxlawna: No, not yet, tho not for want of trying. Wedding dresses ARE all I ever dream about.
Marina: Well, we won't keep you for long. Jean Pierre and I have a spot of sailing planned down
the coast.
Jean Pierre: I thout it was tomorrow we were going?
Marina: No, its been brout forward. Tigre the second is particularly impatient.
Flaxlawna: Don't mind me. I am only next door.
Jean Pierre: Only? Do lend me Old Milton, Marina and let me give this Lady a lift back home.
Marina: Well, if it IS what you want. You know I don't like to refuse you. Be home for tea tho.
Jean Pierre: Very well, come on Flaxlawna, we'll continue our conversation on horseback.
Marina: Wait. Flaxlawna can take Tigre out. We don't want you two being squashed together
on one horse.
Flaxlawna: Thank you, that's very kind of you.
Marina: Send my regards to Lady Mishap. Your new friend....apparently.....What do we have
now? Jean Pierre as Flaxlawna's knite in shining armor. On horseback. And Flaxlawna dreaming
of weddings. Must make a move on Jean Pierre soon. Must do it on the boat. Hope he doesn't
jump overboard.

Litening Bolt

The Brake

Jean Pierre: I'm trying something radical.
Marina: What's that?
Jean Pierre: I've decided to paint in pencil.
Marina: That smells like desperation.
Jean Pierre: No, it doesn't. It smells of lead.
Marina: And that....All artist's are temperamental, so go ahead.
Jean Pierre: I once had a tip from a felt tip merchant.
Marina: What was that?
Jean Pierre: Don't use felt tips.
Marina: What name?
Jean Pierre: Laurie Clews.
Marina: Can't say I know the name, or want to.
Jean Pierre: Anyway, the moral was. Find your own style!
Marina: Your style seems to have no style at all. You change it everyday.
Jean Pierre: Its miscellaneos or serendipitos.
Matilda: Or misleading and supercillios.
Jean Pierre: What does that mean?
Marina: I don't know, but it sounded good.
Jean Pierre: That or super silly.
Marina: Hmm. You need a break. Daddy's yacht is free for the weekend. We can ride there
from Coolclouds. You can take Old Milton and I'll take Tigre The Second.
Jean Pierre: Obviosly.
Marina: So, its a date then?
Jean Pierre: A DATE?
Marina: I, I mean a date for your gaining inspiration whilst lying on board...with me...er, not
together.
Jean Pierre: Of course. I knew you didn't mean...
Marina: Unless you wanted to paint my eyes.
Jean Pierre: Sorry, you whispered. I couldn't hear.
Marina: Unless you wanted to paint THE SKIES.
Jean Pierre: Oh....I think they can wait another day.
Marina: Yes, indeed. Things will HAVE to wait another day.  

The Gray Sky

Jean Pierre: I'm beginning to feel like a fake as an artist.
Marina: There's a lot of money in fake's in the art world.
Jean Pierre: No, I mean the fact that I haven't created a painting this month.
Marina: What about these canvases here then?
Jean Pierre: That's where the problem lies. I've learnt to paint so well that they come out
looking like photographs.
Marina: So then they're not paintings anymore, I see.
Jean Pierre: Its the same way that distorted photographs become paintings.
Marina: The more I move in the art world the more I learn.
Jean Pierre; I learn you're never realy in the art world til you're out of it.
Marina: Til you're dead you mean.
Jean Pierre: Dead or detested. When you're detested you're no longer a threat and then you're
invited in.
Marina: Its like how those in art class in school who are no good get nine out of ten to encourage
them.
Jean Pierre: And at the same time art geniuses get one out of ten to encourage THEM.
Marina: Well, I'll give you two out of ten.
Jean Pierre: Oh, you're so insulting. I wish for none.
Marina; I think you had better start painting with your left hand, then you'll be able to paint
again.
Jean Pierre: I doubt I'd be able to paint at all.
Marina: Those are the types of paintings that sell the best! Why didn't we think of this before?!
Jean Pierre: Maybe I wasn't thinking Modern Art enough.
Marina: Well, put away the past and paint over it then.
Jean Pierre: I feel that all my ideas are like watercolors that all fade away.
Marina: Ideas should be like the sky. Changeable.
Jean Pierre: Have you caught the sky in London recently? Its been nearly always gray.
Marina: I know. There's been a cloud over the London art scene all year.
Jean Pierre: Maybe I should return home.
Marina: What Somerstown? Its just around the corner.
Jean Pierre: No, France. Somerstown's my name.
Marina: As I said, the more I move in the art world the more I learn.
Jean Pierre: I don't know how you get thru it, the little you know.
Marina: Well, I won't reveal my secret. Let me just say its an art.   

What 'Maisie' Wrote Next

The Improvement

Jean Pierre: I've decided to still keep painting even tho I'm not selling.
Marina: The canvases are cramming up the studio so, but its good your confidence is not deterred.
Jean Pierre: I aim to paint my way out of a slump. Start a new canvas before the other one has dried.
Marina: I hope they have enough canvases at the retailers.
Jean Pierre: If not I'll tear up my shirts and paint on those.
Marina: That's the spirit, only make sure my gaze is averted first. I am a lady you know.
Jean Pierre: I shall paint as if you are a princess, a modern day muse.
Marina: Don't muse on me too much, it may not amuse me.
Jean Pierre: Be sure the results will.
Marina: I'd prefer they amused the bank manager more.
Jean Pierre: Perhaps I should paint a thousand pound note.
Marina: I'm sure you could recreate its lifelikeness perfectly.
Jean Pierre: Its sad that my talent is weighed by the scales of commerce.
Marina: Especialy as genius has to wait for its audience to catch up with it.
Jean Pierre: If I was a poorer painter they would say I was promising and showed potential.
Marina: And they would purchase your work as a reminder of early beginnings.
Jean Pierre: Its my failing that I paint like a forty year old at twenty.
Marina: When its the opposite way around for most forty year olds.
Jean Pierre: I don't allow for expectation.
Marina: People are just looking for the cracks in yor perfection.
Jean Pierre: If I were perfect tho I would paint imperfectly.
Marina: Then you'd have room for improvement.
Jean Pierre: Yes, instead of painting myself into a corner.
Marina: With nowhere to go.
Jean Pierre: Except down.
Marina: You can't go any further down can you?
Jean Pierre: Huh?
Marina: I mean, look at the sales!
Jean Pierre: I'd be able to if there were any.

Years Of Tree

Directionless