It is particularly apt today that I write this post. I woke up to be smacked in the face with the world wide outpouring of grief over the passing of Prince. This led to a discussion with The Artist and I – and he learned something he didn’t know – many of you too have asked the question.
Why do I call him The Artist. Here goes:
When I started this blog I asked him to read my first post, he was rather iffily (I know that’s not a real word) rude about it and so I immediately took offence for six months and never mentioned it again. All the while blogging away. It became apparent after six months that he thought I was running a blog for work, not for me. And people were sometimes mentioning it to me when we were out and about and as he was the focus of many posts I didn’t want him to be blind-sided out there in the big wide world. Because it wasn’t something I was hiding – I was just deeply sulking about him not wanting to read my work. I also might have bought a few things on the internets to make myself feel better. So, we eventually sat down for the revelation conversation, the blog was read and then he said he didn’t like his name. After much debate we changed it – was he more like Arnold Schwartzenegger or was he more like Jamie Durie? Two weeks later he said he didn’t like his new name. Again. I felt this was bordering on the ridiculous so I huffed and puffed to my friend Candy about this name changing nonsense.
Now my friend Candy (she of the Barbie Candy fame) is really a no-nonsense kind of girl. She didn’t miss a beat and said well, you should call him The Artist. Like Prince, The Artist Formerly Known As……… and we were done. The Artist is The Artist forever more on this blog.
It would be remiss of me not to pay tribute today to the original Artist who passed today. Vale. Godspeed. “I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain.”
Love and light