Modern Art

This is a late, UNHOLY amounts of time late prize for a very special friend of mine, a woman who needs no introduction!

*sits down*

What? Oh, right, Ivy's her name!

Many moons ago Ivy won the "Too Pretty for Shoes" contest, and while I have another piece to (eventually) go along with it, this idea popped into my head and I ran with it. My sole (pun?) regret is that I couldn't come up with a snappy title for it. But I guess it fits the piece, because of the canvases...canvi...whatever, in the background. Because art! Normally I frown up modern art, but drip paintings always caught my eye. Ramble, ramble

Anyways, congrats Ivy, and thank you for your patience, friendship, and the wealth of inspiration you give to us all! Ivy's quite the wordsmith, so be sure to check out her work, as well as her winning entry:
Too Cool for Cement Shoes The Candyman impatiently heaved himself up from the chair with an asthmatic wheeze like a Sydney Greenstreet caricature (which he was to anyone who would have seen that wheeze - which you can't). He anxiously paced the warehouse floor at a slow lumber, as anxious a pace as a man his size could muster. The head of The Gumball Syndicate groped an ornate pocket watch from his vest pocket and set eyeball to time. 'Where were they?' he thought to himself and punctuated his question with a slow snake-like sigh, a beach ball leaking air from a hidden pin hole. He tapped his walking stick on the ground in an impatient staccato rhythm, the miniature g

huzza!