Found Poetry

The best kind of art: hidden, found, something as basic as writing on a wall.

I found the words written in a grease pencil on a concrete block wall, copied them down, did the brush painting, and typed on the text, then scanned to post.

Then I decided maybe to make a print of it and for some reason, put the orginal in the printer. Why? Who knows...now I have, well, nothing, except a mess. The original, gone, only this image remains.

Ephemeral. I like the idea of that too.



Hope everyone has a great evening.