Or, reflections on my first original art purchase: two "poems" by Michi Susan.
What will I do with this art?
What will I do with the hand-made paper and the white string snaking through the paper? With the rain-soaked ink and the harlotry of the red and the regalia of the gold?
Will I remove the shiny cellophane and hear them inhale? Will I corral them in frames to keep their energy from spilling into this open range?
Will I rename them--these created congregations of ink and ilk--and so suggest that I own them?
Or will I write them down?