THINGS BuiLT: Poems Constructed

Inside of a slightly dimmed room, with just enough light to see the canvas but still it’s as if the room is completely dark the way thoughts become visible without distraction. Slight ventilation from a cracked window constantly rumbles papers on the floor out of sight of the light. On my desk are lined paper and a box of pencils rather than pens because I’ve grown to become indecisive in this process. In these sessions I often thought of the greats who influenced me. So to the left of my p...