Just Give me Paints and Some Brushes

just give me paints and some brushes, the little girl said. She had drops and drips all over her face and her head. Her overalls were saturated with paints in reds and blue. What else could we do? Asked her mother, what else could we do? She painted her way through college, covering canvases galore. Sixteen hundred paintings, and maybe two hundred more. The paintings were crowding her parents who had no more room. Can we sell them? Asked her mother, who was on Zoom. No, the girl said, just burn them, I can make new ones every day. But her parents could not do this, so they threw furniture away. They got rid of their couches, chairs, and tables to make room. “What happened to your house?” asked their daughter on Zoom.