我们 wǒ men
we us our ourselves

wait for the maker to multiply

[ I will be working on a series of portraits of the women who have inspired, shaped or in some way affected me over #time. ]

The second color

While I flew my colors

I flew my colors like a sail

 Now it is your line

I know that I wrote it

And if you tell a lie

Well, no one will notice

— Lisa Hannigan

Self <> fleS

 I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints.
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid.

— Joni Mitchell

The Storysinger

O

Ἀθηνᾶ

maker² (maker of the maker)