No Shadow For You
|I like her|
Better than her
Why you ask? (Okay. So you didn't ask. But I'm going to tell you.) And let me first premise this by stating that I have to bite. BITE. My tongue not to critique my own work. But let me just state that there is an art Roeper & Ebert knock-down going on inside my brain. No wait. Siskel and Ebert knock-down DRAG-Out fight inside my head. Siskel is telling me to just SHUT up. Ebert is saying "Doo0Aht. Just Doo-At". Why Ebert has an Italian/Brooklyn/Ben Stiller accent inside my head- I dunno. I just don't know. But in my own little warped brain he does. And well, because Siskel is dead . . . Ebert wins. And Imma tellin' ya what I donna like about dissa herrah paintin'.
It is simply killing me that the red sofa gal doesn't have a shadow under the sofa. Because does anything scream "I need a shadow!" more than her? Really now. Give the woman some dignity and give her a damn shadow.
But it's too late. She's been submitted to an art show and I can't do anything about it now.
NO shadow for you!