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Monday June 18th 2012, 7:30 pm

By the end, there are smears and smudges, messy, all mashed into the grooves and folds and pours. Covered like a child finger-painting, the stains blackening and caking up on the tired flesh. Caught up under fingernails, like I’ve been digging through charcoal and ash, leaving me with artistic grime and residue to be scrubbed away. Annoyingly some tiny fraction of bits refuse to release, appropriate since the visions attempting to be conveyed still linger in my head for awhile, slowly drifting and melting.

My Art Working Hand
June 18th 2012


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