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May 29, 2010
irishwordpainter
I love the beauty of language and collect words in the same manner most people collect seashells. I choose them for different reasons…and sometimes, not for any reason at all. It might be the way a word feels in my mouth or the ability to hold it in my pocket to serve as a talisman. Words sing to me, not unlike the songs of the Celtic mermaids; whose DNA has seeped into my soul’s blueprint. Writing is a gift I give to myself… a portion of something I write on days that live in me…a carbon copy of everything not shown. We all have an addiction and words are mine…I unleash them…nurture them and carve out their existence. It is my way of stirring up the sediment to sift out lost images of red…or blue.
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