validating me
validating me
steve wardrip

In a way, I guess, yes.

But also, as a wannabe-artist of the word kind, I don’t believe art can really exist without its viewers’ meanings.

So it doesn’t matter who paints or colours or writes on my canvas, unless I choose to see it, to give time and thought to it—and I make this choice carefully each day.

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