Illustration by Anon D’mowlse
Red anger swirls inside.
This is my studio, my artwork, Damnit! If that twit says we once more, I’m going to scream! That nervy bitch dares criticize the crimson I use for blood… and to a patron?!!
I’ll show her blood’s true color!
Behind the studio, sharing a smoke, I slid my palette-knife across my protégée’s carotid, splashing a canvas.
The piece sold instantly.