the_artist_hides lostgirl blank canvas waiting somewhat impatiently to be given well deserved life “what’s your story?” it asks her. “why don’t you take the first stroke?” “i can’t.” she says through a deep exhale. “it IS a work of art, but i keep it tucked behind my closed eyes.” she says. “safely inside there, where no one can criticize it but me.” 100604 ... lostgirl "okay, then, will you just tell me what it would look like and what you'd call it?" the canvas asked, obviously perplexed by this scene. and she considered the questions carefully before answering, "of course, that's simple...i would entitle it 'my own worst enemy.' and to describe it? well, that's easy too. it's a self portrait." 100604 ... unhinged i keep my writing tucked away where most can't see it. ( blather ) the few that i have shown it to often tell me my writing is 'raw' my writing has always been a refuge. one of the only places where i am not afraid to say what's really going on. but i have been contemplating going to the writers' co_op near my house to see what's up. it has been a somewhat constant tug in my life to share/publish my writing. especially when my arm hurts so bad it is nearly impossible to play my violin. my art hides in plain view 'just try to ignore all this blood on the floor it's the heart on my sleeve that's bleeding' ray_lamontagne 100604 what's it to you? who go blather from