Someone once described me as a "woodsy ragamuffin." This is pretty accurate, except for the seemingly incongruous fact that, like many thespians, I enjoy dressing up. There are various reasons people do stage plays: A love of the arts; a desire to be someone else at least temporarily; an urge to behave erratically in a public forum. While all these apply to me, my main reason is that I am, quite simply, a ham. I love karaoke too. There's nothing like bopping around on stage, swinging a microphone and forcing a crowd of strangers to listen to my (maybe slightly off-key) version of, "Tracks of My Tears."
About twenty years ago my ex husband got me this horse. I think it was to get me on someone else's back. Apparently, it didn't work. But I still have the horse. Maybe it's because I have no primate children, but Clifford seems to have adopted a lot of my habits. He likes sweets. He loves to be in the woods. He loves to be on stage. And he likes to paint pictures.
Now I am an award-winning artist. Clifford seems to want to compete with me. I don't have the heart to tell him that his work sucks. I mean, it's all abstract, but still...
See Below: Mine is on the left, and Clifford's is on the right. I mean, really?