Are artists, like prophets, not accepted in their own country?
Middle Sister is very busy making a ghost out of a white trash bag. She’s using a Sharpie marker for the features.
I asked her what she was planning to use to stuff it, and where she’d hang it.
Turns out she doesn’t think she will need stuffing, and she’ll hang it somewhere outside.
“But we just cut the tree down,” I reminded her.
“People never appreciate my work,” she sighed.