
I do not suggest a philosophy | |||||||
lurks behind my painting: | |||||||
I am going blind, why | |||||||
me and colors first, I take | |||||||
my glasses off to see them | |||||||
while I can. Same with my | |||||||
poetry, which I don’t write | |||||||
anymore, no sophisticated | |||||||
epistemology implied, | |||||||
let me spare you inferring | |||||||
The more I paint the more I mute | |||||||
me, not mute, stop and wonder | |||||||
if saying obsolete now | |||||||