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.