No. 50. Mental Blocks. It was clear, even to him, that he was regressing. Recently, he had painted from Kleenex Boxes. Then he commissioned his mother (his mother!) to knit gigantic woolen balls for him. Now, in his search for the elemental, he had spent far too much time and effort fabricating solid wooden cubes--each 2' x 2' x2'--which he laboriously painted in clean, pure colours. In the end, they did not delight him.
No. 49. The Moon pictures palled quickly. He soon began to loathe painting. The brush felt like a lead pipe in his hand. One day he asked his mother if she and her friends could knit him some very large balls in assorted cheerful colours. She told him they probably could, but that so much wool would be quite expensive. He said that was okay. She also told him the task would take her and her friends quite a long time. He said he didn't mind waiting..
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