I Can.

oh hell yeah. I can!

I got the poem up. Took a few tries, but once I got the right vinyl sticker, it worked.

Next problem was that it could not be read. The back wall is this neutral tan, so the letters were super hard to read.

I have this weird white pleather from a local arts place. It doesn’t wrinkle. Its heavy, so it has a visual weight.

THEN… my mentee paints rocks. I had to find a plinth, yes a plinth, to show the rock at 25 inches from the ground. I had a wood block the exact height in my reject pile. My partner painted it, and it was perfection! The rock painted like a peach added a visual weight to the poem.

I am so proud.

The reception was last night. It was something I still don’t fully accept. Visual artists from my county all made work in response to the poem. All different voices. All connected through poetry. It was powerful because of the interaction, and the organization.

I am so grateful sometimes for being an artist. I get to make stuff that is in my head and share it with the world. I get to meet and hang with other people that do it too. And sometimes, I get to weave art and artists together.