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.
Yes.
I like that.
The secret soul that leaks.
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