I haven’t been posting here, this is true. But every day I write, on a typewriter, on paper I’ve “painted.” Or printed. Or whatever you would call using bleeding tissue paper to make that paper have color. The paper itself now almost entirely more interesting than anything I write on it, and the process of making it has become more interesting than the process of writing. Anyway, here’s some…
This one was relevant to some inward, parts journeying I did with the amazing Penelope Voekle.
This one is I don’t know what but I like it.
This one I showed to Helena Hurell, who’s a seer and art therapist, and she exclaimed, “Look at the thinker in there!” I hadn’t noticed it.
I don’t know what this one is either.
And this one started as a form from a form drawing book and very quickly turned into a vulva.
Your friend, Clay 