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Dreaming about the past lives I’ve led- floating in memories, Boy and girl playing gin. reading shakespeare. Shadows of me throwing a beloved cup through a glass door that I had gathered thru the trash and laughing as the shards rained onto the floor for two days straight. Riding a big wheel on dad’s driveway at age 4.A dark trash filled room in which I wrote letters to my friends. Shaking powerful strong emotions continuing a story never told of a man []

times up

Oceans and tide in walking the thin line between sand and beach and melted glacier. listening to the roaring wind as all sorts of birds landing at the tide’s longshore current because the wind was too strong and their wings too weak… sand and water pelt my face and slows me to a calm walking pace. All this in two hours. The car meter was repeating that times up at the beach.

mark making

IF YOU COULD MAKE A PAINTING THAT JUST FLIES AWAY. MAKE A GIANT CONTEMPLATIVE BRUSHSTROKE FROM A BRUSH THAT IS FIVE FEET WIDE. WHEN A STROKE IS SMALL AND INTENSE GETS BIGGER. IT LOOKS AS IF SOMEONE IS PUSHING FROM BEHIND IT. ITS LIKE THE COLOR SCREAMS AT YOU HAS TURNED UP THE VOLUME. THAT IS A CRUCIAL MARK.