I can see part of a picture but know it is not mine to own

it is a moment I hand off

I signed print work and saw a paddle from Arthur and this sparked idea

George David said to me, one day I would find way to keep design language in heart of being.

I put my hand in water in hopes a lamp wray would bite me in chehalis and at moon they didn’t take. Some fear and anger in me walking away.

I am the place I have already been.

be the arms that keep you.