Free Write 9/16

MUSTARD TIGER – describe as if it was an insult
-yellow
-slick
- fast
-sour
-striped
-fierce
Imagine calling somebody a “mustard tiger”. What would that mean? Well, for the mustard it would be yellow and sour and slick, never sweet. For the tiger, it would be mischievous, striped, fierce. Someone you cannot trust.

CHEESEBURGER LOCKER
-gooey
-stale
-metal
-meat
-brown
-old
-rusty
-greasy
A cheeseburger locker must be an old and stale person. They are greasy, with oily hair, very sweaty.


FRIDA KAHLO "ROOTS"

She is in desolation, lying on her side on the dry and cracked, tan soil. She has given up, losing the ability to control herself. It is empty all around her, no soil, no plants, no life. She is the only hope for this land. The sky is blue and unfilled. As she rests her elbow on a white fluffy pillow, her bright orange dress is a sign of optimism, giving birth to expectations and wishes. She is a hallow vessel, with green leafy vines sprouting out of her. She is the Woman of this land, as well as the beginning. She will become the basis of prosperity and wealth. She knows she has to sacrifice herself and is willing to do so. As she puts her head in her palm, she is waiting for what will come of her. She is full of wisdom, a gift for a soulless land. She will become the roots of a land so vast, full of promising riches.



The man and woman are sitting on top of the world, with heaven and hell at their hands. The man is curious about the woman, sitting across from her, with only a chess table separating them. He is hunched on his feet, fully clothed, peering at her intently. The woman is sitting with perfect posture, naked, holding a delicious apple in the palm of her hands. Her eyes are closed, but it is very easy to see that she is full of confidence and knows what kind of feminine power she has on this man. She is the essence of indulgence. She might be beautiful, with the wings of an angel. But it’s not hard to see the horns on the green and blue helmet on top of her head. She is holding his fate in her hands. The darkness is behind her, not much promises.