2026 April My Post-op Left Eye Is the Last Hexjeff For a While, Maybe, Perhaps, I Hope So, No Promises, I’m Out of Acrylic Ink, Out of Gouache, Out of Watercolor Blocks, Time For a Break
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sends me back to the java house, poetry, calder, free jazz, slouching goddesses in berets, days (i was but a pre-sperm hankering back then) … but how was the effect of the spark (joy/ inspiration/ hope/life), captured in the dangling golden bulb, to the left, created? wondrous! oh and now the golden bulb seems cradled in the coccyx of black pelvic bones! (i better stop staring)
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sends me back to the java house, poetry, calder, free jazz, slouching goddesses in berets, days (i was but a pre-sperm hankering back then) … but how was the effect of the spark (joy/ inspiration/ hope/life), captured in the dangling golden bulb, to the left, created? wondrous! oh and now the golden bulb seems cradled in the coccyx of black pelvic bones! (i better stop staring)
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