I paint, and sew on what I paint.
Whether you consider this to be
sainting or pewing I’ll leave entirely
The origin of art and creativity is a mystery.
Though it may well be a match to one of your
odd socks if you should ever find it.
It’s not about the Holy Grail. Or ruby slippers. Or even greener grass.
Look around. You’ll probably find you’re right about where you need to be.
Monastic. Slightly feral.
Slapstick grief. Tree worship.
In hot pursuit of the moment.
Loving the world through Beauty.
Go ahead. ask for the moon and the stars, and why not?
Maybe even a small volcano while you’re at it.
Contemporary Sewn Painting