我 们 (wŏmen)
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)