Form

You sketch, and erase,

re-sketch, re-erase,

sketch anew --

Tweaking the vision each time

You weren't fixed

on a final product per se,

but you'd know it when you saw it.

I throw paint at the canvas,

drip, bleed, and smear.

And stare at splotches until I'm convinced

I feel something worth feeling more of.

It was all art, really

- written by Cortland Gilliam

Sheila Jason photographed by Gabriel Hernandez.