Sunday, June 17, 2007

Words Words Words

I have the burning sensation to write text all over my paintings. Or at least..partly over.

I'm an ex-poet.

I fear the poet is coming back!

I just....I want to scribble *more*. And in places for it to be read. Really read. I always read text on a painting.

And I have so much to scribble.

But when is the line crossed from scribbling to graffitting?

I'm not sure.

Maybe I must write so tiny. So tiny you wouldn't know unless nose-to-nose.

Maybe I should do that.

Secrets in the work.

Secrets work.

Secret secrets.

I like that.
The secret soul that leaks.

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