February - I never knew I would like ... - (mind_the_muse)

I never knew I would like art. I mean, let's face it. When you're eleven years old and spend your afternoons in attempts to play hide and seek, squirrel version (in one tree only - it is quite a challenge; also, you dare to climb places you'd never go otherwise) sitting down and painting pictures of flowers and houses isn't too appealing. Besides, all great male artists are dead. Van Gogh lost his ear. The others could barely keep themselves alive. Things like that can be something like a motivation killer. And dad thought it was a waste of time if it didn't include photofit pictures anyway.

Grandpa however didn't. "I think you're gonna like it, Shawn," he would say with a wink and when I asked why, "because you can let your imagination run wild. Even if your teacher gives you a certain theme, within this theme your possibilities are endless."

He was right, though our teacher didn't dig the four-headed giraffe as much as I did. Shawn lacks realism would be the comment next to my mark. But I still got an A because it would also say yet the proportions are extraordinary. If four-headed giraffes existed this is probably what they'd look like.

While Grandpa laughed so hard he had to throw his head back, as if the weight of the laughter alone tugged at it, Dad wasn't thrilled, going on about his usual stuff, this is what you wanna do, Shawn, paint animals that don't exist, Shawn, what were you thinking?

But her name was Melissa and her heads could sing a canon.


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 268