I typed the poem on a thrifted typewriter before enlarging and printing onto aged (thrifted!) paper. I upgraded my tools to cut with more precision and learned to work faster to lay everything down. Making art is solitary but fulfilling. I plan to complete 1-2 more of these in time for them to be shown in my studio's gallery group show in November, and have my sights on a newer poem for one. I also find the reincarnation of these old works to be quite full-circle.
Everything Was Right - Mixed Media on Canvas
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I have enjoyed this, playing house going to bed with our hair wet breathing as one animal and waking in a silent embrace I was fed by coffee...
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I wish to boil you in your words, to shriek the needles from the pine, to bask in vindication derived from this rotting inside me, but there...