Sofa-Sized Art and the Modern Residential Wall
I am a sofa-sized artwork on an off-white modern residential wall. Some might presume I was painted by Bob Ross. But my collector tells anyone who asks if I am an original Ross, that, no, Bob Ross never painted such a large painting as I. She then jabs her index finger at a scribbled name on my lower left, your right: Monet. C. Monet to be exact: Chas. That is probably short for Charles, a strange name for the factory artist who painted me, especially since she and the five other artists in the same row of easels all sign their paintings the same way: C. Monet. It is funny knowing I am a clone, or clone-like. I bet if I had coffee with another version of myself, I would expect they get that Bob Ross comparison. Or, maybe not. I’ll never know. I don’t drink coffee. I am a sofa-sized painting on canvas with a metallic gold, aluminum frame.
The gold frame makes me feel special. I was available unframed, my canvas carefully folded and stapled on the backside of the wood stretcher. She chose the frame, making me stand out like a jewel on my partner in crime, the off-white wall. Between the two of us, the wall and I, we have watched years of television. That’s where I picked up the “partner in crime” phrase. We both have been dying to use that particular string of words, but look at me, I had first dibs! My friend, the wall, doesn’t have a name. He’s just “the Wall”.
When she brought me home, she wasted no time at all deciding where to hang me.
The wall and I have been inseparable.
Two sofas have come and gone.
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