I can't quite get over how happy I am... to be holding a paint brush in my hand again after so many years... even it's mostly Mod Podge on the end of it. I love poetry... but I have a profound, unfathomably deep mistrust of language. So happy to be doing stuff without WORDS . I've read those who write say, Oh, I love language! But how can you write--and be conscious--and claim to 'love' language?" I write in part, because I so deeply mistrust language... even... hate it. But I love play. And playing with words is bliss... even if the words are poison. And they are.