a ring on the bathroom shelf
woman’s head in gold
flowing hair
we take our steps
do our dance
under the red eye
of the hungry dragon
When I was in art school, they told me I had to choose between painting and writing. I wanted to be taken seriously as a painter, so I tried not to write. Then I discovered that when I’m painting, words start to flow and I scribble on the back, on the margins, or any scraps of paper I find lying around. Usually I forget what I’ve written so it’s a surprise to find the messages from my painting mind. This poem which is written on the back of this #MeToo image came from that unlimited process of creation.
Have you ever been pushed to choose between things that have equal meaning to you?