Please Call Me Persnickety Ickety

Persnickety Ickety is my preferred nickname. Surrealism in stereo is my happiest game. Yes, for sure there is a chessboard on my head. The zebra’s eye is open, so he must not be dead. Mini seagulls surround the faerie girl in red. Who has wings, but prefers to ride an old bike instead. The stork is waiting for what? Surely not to be fed. I hope that I never wake up; I am dream world lead. My art reflects ideas given to me by muses in the night. I think many are whispering into my ear soft but tight. Ideas grab ahold of me and shake me up into someone I’m not. Whatever I am painting is something that was mystically taught.