This is a work in progress and is part of my feelings for the East Village that is being destroyed...It has 2 poems collaged on it...one about refusing to "go protean" and the other is a poem I wrote for a muse...a wish that he dream good dreams and achieve them -- no speed limits.... I am not done with this but I am overwhelmed by the paint smells and the lack of ventilation....need to find a new place to make art...be inspired...this muse was part "muses" that greatly inspired me and gave my heart and soul such a lift...Unlike Picasso I do not destroy muses but I don't have relationships with them either.
