so sayeth the poet
e.e. cummings.
It has been a strange journey from plastic trash to numinous flowers. As I have shifted my focus from what is wrong with the planet to what is right, my creativity has exploded.
I am still horrified by the plastics. But I cannot create from horror. Some artists can. I am not one of them. Perhaps I can find a way to meld love and horror.
Check back later.
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