I wrote this poem on the back of an empty picture frame. it’s displayed in my booth next to the tapestries. I tried to give it away once. but they never saw it. or their reflection.
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on the wall
a visual poem
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eye food. a box not so bossy. it doesn't tell you what to do or feel or think. it just is—art ripe for however you want it to work through you. paintings, drawings, sketches, ex set er uh.
eye food. a box not so bossy. it doesn't tell you what to do or feel or think. it just is—art ripe for however you want it to work through you. paintings, drawings, sketches, ex set er uh.