Thinking about Jacques..

Thinking about Paris streets, a woman running with the wind blowing off her hat…asking for something she doesn’t really want. Playing with words in a language that isn’t mine but that I know well enough to find more than one meaning in.
Thinking about the kind of poetry we write and what makes an image ‘stick’… all of that and painting a gazebo that looks a bit like a Paris news stand…
If you want to go to an interesting place with foreign words go here: Paroles Vides
If you want to read about the woman who lost her hat on this street, go here: Rue de Seine
I’m off to paint…
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