Sometimes the beginning is so clear. The signpost reads start here. Then I’m off. Other times the first move is laden with possibilities and no one direction boldly presents itself. Exploring begins. Teasing out and tugging at ideas by sketching, mapping, writing, and, my favorite, rummaging.
Sifting through boxes of colored paper. Zeroing in on the color combos that pop out and exclaim, “Try me!” Flipping through sketchbooks. Giving past work the once-over. Maybe giving some idea a go. And doing it all over again, and again. Mind open. At the ready.
Maybe it was the bright wash of yellow that made me stop. The word blue falling down the paper. Click. Found poetry!

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