Where do I begin and end? And where.
As I strum the thing, do I pick up
That which momentarily declares
Itself not to be I and yet
Must be. It could be nothing else.
(Wallace Stevens, “The Man with the Blue Guitar”)
jasna guy
with/drawing and…
Where do I begin and end? And where.
As I strum the thing, do I pick up
That which momentarily declares
Itself not to be I and yet
Must be. It could be nothing else.
(Wallace Stevens, “The Man with the Blue Guitar”)
jasna guy 
This exploration is extraordinary, Jasna! I so respect your continued focus on the rose petals and Nancy’s ideas. You have found a very rich vein to mine.