Make Something

by Megan Gray

(that’s me, bra)

I’m a real artist!

I’ve been censored!

Woop woop.

Nah but really. Remember my “Child Cornograpy” painting?

Apparently the Mall show it so graced with its presence earned it further showcasing at the ISC educational building next to the courthouse.
And MIDDLETON (for you nonreallife people, my art teacher) CHANGED THE NAME OF IT

CHANGED THE NAME

CHANGED THE NAME

Was the echo sufficent in expressing my unbridled rage?
Yeah, but he decided without proper consultation from the artist that it was not appropriate for an educational building and so labeled it, “Corn on the Cob.”

Much boring. And not my original intent.

Yeah. I wrote something. Maybe a prologue for a story I’ll write. Maybe not. But my documents folder has a lot of prologues, if that you catch my drift. But this one I decided to post. Because I can. Readsies?
(Because if you don’t I will strangle myself with a cell phone charger in my bathtub. And if you don’t relinquish your thoughts on the following I will also do the aforementioned act.)

So you know that guy who drew me with the unspoken awkward cleavage thing? Well I drew him back.
His name is Jay Flowers.