I wrote this poem as a poster. I went through so many colors. My favorite was a much lighter shade of blue.
Somehow I envisioned it on a wall someplace. I recall an artist who travels the world painting his words and drawings. With each stroke he gives life to old buildings.
When asked why he does it, he says to bring color and smiles to otherwise overlooked villages. Not exactly these words but something like this.
I want my work to mean the same. To make people smile. To make people feel good. Like a song that plays on in your mind, days after you’ve listened to it.
And so, I continue to work on my live your story poem. Yeah, I can use this poem to practice hand lettering and get comfortable with my lettering style.
AND now of course I want to create a book.
OK February 14th is fast approaching but…
-there are no impossibilities