My Paintings Reflect Me

My living room is full of brown furniture, but you do not notice it because my paintings have exploded onto the walls. My paintings are not landscapes, or faces. They are cartoons, and they are gloriously a part of twenty whimsical themes. They are hippies, faeries, art deco, warrior women, pirate women, or dragons. My husband says I might be a lesbian, and I cannot say that he is wrong. I used to paint in regular colors, but they got as boring as the couches, so now I paint in neons. Neon red, neon orange, neon pink, neon yellow, neon green, neon purple. On my walls are neon paintings of Steampunk women, gardens, flowers, unicorns, cats, woodland creatures, Christmas, and Halloween. I have gone painting to painting to see if I have given you a clear picture, and yes, they all fit into these categories, as long as you add butterflies, bees, and owls. I have no idea what my family will do upon my death with these glorious paintings. I am enjoying them now, and this is enough.