IraqiwarCollage
When they started bombing Baghdad; I couldn't paint. I had this collage I'd been playing around with forever, made of Camel cigarette packs. I was living in a shack in the woods. I'd switched to Bugler. So there I sat with my feet on a camel saddle in the debris of my life, my scissors and lighter tied to my easel, cutting out little pieces of paper and sticking them on a board, listening to the BBC. Praying for PEACE. I STILL AM. Only now I listen to Coast to Coast late night talk radio, I am back to PAINting now and praticing being PEACE in each moment in spite of it all.
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