Why are you wearing a box on your head?
Okay, okay. First of all, the ocean is hundreds of miles away; you were told to paint a riverscape. And, at that, it is called a ‘seascape’, not a ‘see escape’. How do you expect to paint with a freaking cardboard cube covering your noggin?
Well, that would most likely end up as a pretty abstract work, which is fine. But, it sort of pulls you too far away from the original mission. A touchstone of the visual arts is work both produced and appreciated by the eye.
Oh, and, good grief! Did you come out here baring your naked feet? There are planks with fasteners bearing cankerfret and they are littered all over these fields; a wagon trail used to pass through here and they are still finding evidence.
Ah, do not fret. You are not a failure as of yet.
In fact, you may be a Parnassian muse—who opts for utterly unique views.
While a box might close your sight, your empathy for foam peanuts remains alright.
And, that bot down the lane seems in need of co. Perhaps it will find itself fond of your show.
Further, it has been said that only the hip are square. Plus, you are now a present to be opened daily—a blessing quite uniquely rare!
So, forget the painting and the missing socks because you are just as lovely as a deer drinking from a bubbly brook. And, no, no, no: leave on the box. For that which we must imagine oft turns to being of a most splendid scene at which we could ever look. ; )