Wednesday, June 24, 2009
new typewriter...
I bought an old typewriter at a flea market the other day. I wanted it for writing letters. This morning I thought it would be nice to play at looking at the small paintings and see what comes in spontaneous words. I started with one I was about to mail to a friend. It's been years since I used a typewriter, and now I remember why I liked it so much. I think it will be interesting so see what words come from these paintings. Much like the paintings, I will not think or plan. Rather I will sit at the typewriter, look at the paintings, and let the words come, for better or worse. I am curious to see what they will say to me.
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4 comments:
Wonderful......and indeed, healing.
You have depth that only the stars and moon and heart know about.
That is a beautiful letter and painting. So good together.
I can only agree, the words and the painting together are just wonderful.
Me thinks you need to publish a book!
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