My picture-poems are linguistic margins on visual atolls.
Being covered in white paint, you demonstrate behaviour intended to create a public nuisance, which did in fact cause offence to members of the public, and created a breach of the peace and public order.
Color will play no part in the art of future.
The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.
Poetry is when words are robbed of their attributed truth.
Art is gushing hot bile on the fields and harvesting the looks of nasty dwarfs.