with out washi
paper
washi
washing up
on a deserted shore
what I need
liquified then dryed tree core
on which ink may bleed
on which graphites soft caresses leave trails
on which letters might arange themselves in a formation of infromation
paper boat bobing on waves as it sails
for the artist and my mind
a leaf of paper is akin to a dream
potential to become anything when there is inspiration
but inspiration with out the paper is a sun with out a sky
No books to gain new knowledge or show me other worlds
No paper on which to draw out ,
what I see
what I think
what I know
brewing sense of despiration
my mind an ever growing cacophany of ideas thoughts senses, see, heare think invent, record figure out problem why where what when scratch itch to draw doodle scratchwritingrecordbutterflyhowthelighthitsthewatermustdrawhowdosealizz=zerdcreep123howaretheydooingtherewhatdidithinkyesterdaydjggdsafdaj
my mind whould overlode
my hands itch
to fold
to draw
to wright
my eyes to see and read
my mind to know and order what I know and to record what I know
thus I cannot live with out my washi
paper
washi
washing
washing up on shore
windfilled sails
of my paper sail boat