begin with this thought...
"Put a little paint in the corner"...and so I do.
The brushes, the paint, the water and surface agree
and I hum or sing or chant a word and begin to move
my hand, not knowing what it will be.
Each one is a mystery unfolding before me.
Symbols, messages, bright colors.
I really like some of my paintings
and some I don't,
but I keep them because they are real.
Whether beautiful or ugly, they are gifts.
Many have names, few have prices.
Some have moved out, still more are in hiding.