Well, I've just been discovering a new appreciation and enjoyment of poetry in this past month...(for complicated and strange personal reasons.) On a whim...Very unexpectedly, I started writing a few poems. I have a constant stream of stories, ideas, and thoughts that continually haunt my brain... so I thought - Why not get them out of me and into poetry? I have no idea what I'm doing when I sit down to write a poem... it kind of just comes to me. I mean, I've only written 3 so far, but, they are all made out of neural connections in my brain that keep repeating themselves. For a long time I've been thinking about writing memoirs, and I just might do that in my old age, when my children are grown. For now, however, poems seem the perfect outlet because I can make them short and concise...and they don’t take that long to write. So why not? ...Except that I have no experience writing poems, or even reading poetry... but when it comes to art... so what? Good, bad, or ugly, I refuse to limit myself. I can’t help but be inspired by the amazing poetry that I’ve been reading here on DA. It’s a whole new world for me.

I’m also getting ready to start a new painting. I decided to use more vivid color this time. I need to brighten up my living room. I’m very excited about this vision.