ArtistA Poem by MagzraeIdentifying as an artist sometimes feels like wearing glow in the dark paint, and I forget who I am while the lights are on. - - - Would you be willing to stick around while I navigate the lighting? - - - While I drip, melt, chip, apply more, take away some, stain skin, break out, solidify, melt again, stretch and smear, harden and scrape, squirm and squish, reveal and un-reveal...over and over again, always making a mess of the bathtub before the clean comes? - - - All while you do the same on your own timeline, in your own way? Can we do it together, alongside one another or nah?
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