through the yellow haze of a dying monitor

(things re-written + + + +)
 
d   r   a   w         i                       ng.          dot......................................joining.          we make marks on it all like memory which we don't understand but with which we are so very intimate. the more marks the closer we get to. knowing. what marks are made on us. who or what names us.  calls us. points to us, saying we want you to see this thing.  and then to name it in return
 
get the feedback looping-mutating (thinking)- looping right and we can be. carried by lines drawn in pencil away away away away ask ask ask for what you really want.                 +
 
H AY LE Y N E WMA N   kissed a stranger against a gallery wall, her right hand leaning on the wall writing a description of the event...
 
my mother says that studying drawing sounds like something out of alice in wonderland. which suits me fine.
 
 
 
 
 
lets go