Dear Bella,
I don’t know where to begin. This is all happening so fast and my mind is reeling willynilly.
Let me start by first saying that having you as a Muse has given me nothing but joy and jubilation, and a slight tingly sensation. My art has soared loftily upon the wings of your inspiration.
That said, I must admit that not having you in the audience for the first time was very difficult for me. As the lights dimmed and I prepared to take my first bow I was greeted with utter silence. Vas Ist?? No clapping at all? I am used to your gentle solitary pitter patter at the end of all my performances and I knew lickety split that you were O so far away. Needless to say, after one night the show is closed.
It is the next morning and I am sipping coffee at the North End as I read my review. It states — and I quote — “Dom Casual, Touched By A Janitor? He should be so lucky!” End quote.
Your reviews were so much better from your last art show, THE MANY MOODS OF FRIEDRICH NEITSZE. I see that Paolo was as impressed as the critics and now you fly o’er seas at his side. Don’t you think this happened awful fast?? Are you sure of his credentials as an art dealer? Swarthy good looks, dark bedroom eyes and a mellifluous accent aren’t everything. Have you rushed rashly into romantic revel? But I suppose I always tell you to leap into life, and you are only following you muses’s advice. So tell me all about it, as I long to hear what it is like to be with Paolo… or rather, with anyone in a romantic way. My art demands that I stay blissfully single. And if being with him fuels your artistic fire, then I have no recourse but to send you Down Under with my full blessing.
ASSUREDLY YOURS,
DOM