Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
You wouldn’t know it by looking at him. On the surface he always appeared so gruff – half asleep even. Onlookers would see him soaking lazily in the muddy waters and think, “What a bore.”
The cool hippo was anything but. As stars shone above in the wee hours of night the cool hippo came alive. He played a saxophone that rivaled Coltrane. Smooth, silky; the notes flowed from the him like the waters of the Nile. Passers by fell silent with awe wondering where in the world these sounds were coming from?