Nah, this is not a doctor’s bag; it is an artist’s case of colours and applicators.
Do I not look like the creative type? I certainly thought the cap plus bandana-kerchief plus trench would earn me the proper rep.
Today, I am searching for a rare bloom with skewbald petals upon its peduncle. If I were a flower, I would hang these hatched pleats as my floral display.
Oh, yes, I carry a melange of paints—enough to mix pretty much any palette I might need. But, the inside of my satchel is quite dunduckety due to regular squeezes of a less-intended sort.
I will tell you, though, that a traveling artist’s most important with-carry is their charm, especially when there is an attempt to have choice of painting place quashed by an aspiring authority.
Well, of course. I do very much enjoy my freedom and each opportunity that allows for scratching itches to brush away worries. Neurosurgeons definitely need time to refresh their souls with more serene scenes. ; )