On the run.
All the time.
Art comes along for the ride now.
Little books made in coffee shops,
in the car and
waiting for something I had to wait for.
No longer remembered, but taking time.
Bits ready for paint, or glue or stamping
can go with me
and turn this waiting
The coffee shop was crowded
full of people talking
of themselves and their special knowledge.
Snippets heard and pondered
like the information about how to outrun an alligator,
fell upon my ears,
though I bade them not to come.
The world of ATCs was fresh
an unknown form
lots of fun to try.
Discovered I like it.
ATCs, little books, envelopes
small treasures of uncertain worth
easy to carry, compact and succinct.
Color, color, shapes and color
layers, patterns, expected and unexpected
More to come.
Travel bag of paints, pencils, and ephemera
Now my best friend.