While waiting to present a poetry workshop, I
chanced upon an arts workshop at the Jewish elder home and I painted the
morning away. Five visions of Black Mountain. This is the only way I
know how to heal after tragedy. Art has always been my first language.
Tempera, or cheap gouache on cardboard. Yes, cardboard. I'd run out of painting surfaces, this was supposed to be my painting palette.
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