Am I writing? Am I painting? Am I watching a film? Am I laughing with friends?
No.
I'm beading.
Some of us become true hippies late.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Jade Heart
Am I writing? Am I painting? Am I watching a film? Am I laughing with friends?
No.
I'm beading.
Some of us become true hippies late.
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'serpent of leaves' appears in impromptu dance
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...
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I sit before a large painting I am ready to trash to fret about my feelings towards it. Soon I am slapping paint all over the canvas. ___ ... -
Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
Pablo Valdivia, Breathing Underwater translated from the Spanish by Ross Woods Guernica Editions, Fall 2014 102 pages Trade Paperback...