Aesthetic Dialogue
What’s
that you are doing?
Making
pictures.
Don’t
look like anything.
Don’t
have to.
You
gotta draw something, teacher told me that.
Not
true.
Maybe
that’s a tree.
No,
it’s something else.
A
tree is not red, I know that.
If
I want it to be, then it is.
No
such thing as a red tree.
It
is not a tree anyway.
Then
what is it?
Not
telling.
I
bet it’s a mountain.
Isn’t.
Then
a house
Not
either.
Gotta
be something. My teacher said so and she
knows everything.
Bet
she doesn’t.
Does.
Doesn’t.
My
mother said she does.
It’s
not a house and not a tree. It’s
something else.
Don’t
look like anything I know.
Not
supposed to be.
What
do you mean?
Not
supposed to be something you can see.
You’re
crazy.
Am
not.
Are
so.
I
draw what the pencil tells me to draw.
A
pencil can’t talk.
Mine
does.
What
does it tell you.
I
don’t know.
But
you said it did.
Did
not.
D
id so.
Not
what I meant.
What
did you mean?
I
just draw.
Drawing
draws something you can see.
Not
always.
O
yes.
Not
mine.
I
can see something but it isn’t something I know.
I
don’t care. What I draw is something
special for me.
What’s
special?
What
I see in my head.
Like
in a dream?
Yes,
I guess so.
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