The freaky thing is the image, I discovered, extends way past the edge of the frame it's sitting in on the Forum page. So I did not see anything about a girl, little or otherwise. I was squinting at the ivy waiting for the shapes to form into a face. And I couldn't understand why I couldn't see what apparently everyone else saw. . . Frustrated that my visual acuity has crashed and burned, I noticed the scroll bar under the pic and slid it to the right -- and about fell off my chair THERE SHE WAS!!!
AAAARRRGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!
Kinda like when the main actor opens the medicine cabinet all tense from hearing noises at night around the house. . . and then the second they shut the mirror, THERE's FREDDIE, right behind!
Which makes me appreciate having a music track building in tension till you see it!!!!! and high violins screaming PSYCHO! PSYCHO!
Meanwhile, for all the audience members who know what's coming and can anticipate the shock scene exploding onto the screen, the audience all wonders how the heck could you not see it while you were painting it, what with all the weird music playing in the background.
Postulating why she was invisible to you when she was right there plain as you please, issuing forth from your brush, is that while you were painting you had the game on TV, and thus under that haze you were blinded by what every other male is blinded to -- where all females, except of course for females of the cheer leading persuasion -- all become invisible. Don't chastise yourself. It comes with being male during sports season.
Ah, and she seems such a sweet kid too. . . but can she fetch a beer from the fridge?
Nice enough painting, but a really swell creepshow. . .














Last edited by D Akey; 07-27-2015 at 09:17 PM.
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