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Lost and Found

The book that helped me find my own vision

In my own writings 

 

“If I become a person with art, reflect all known of my time with

The arms that make me a known person.”

 

People and places I have to let go now.

 

The time that is far from me holding so hard a place I cannot be, 

a dream where Becky is telling me how I should make changes.

At the waiting room on return home.

 

My moon was at the table and she bumped the table, 

and they were all over the floor.

 

This sketch I’d forgotten she kept is now realizing.

 

This idea stems from though we are in the PNW, 

we are not on time align, but in art we love one another.

In time a bond is not broken.

 

Picking up the beads gave me time to appreciate Courtney 

and all that time takes.

 

All beads picking up what I can with my hands

Know that sketch that fell over looked back at me 

and my son’s dog next to me

 

What is not dead can never die.

 

George David said once, he was upset that the publishing of

Joe’s drum made the color look the wrong shade.

 

This in great intention is a reflection of nostalgia with brown like a polaroid.