to hold a haunted pencil is to 
wield 
a fragment of something ancient and restless
it does not allow for mindless creation
it demands intent
it seeks to pull the artist 
into 
its rhythm, its visions, until the painting—this window—opens fully
revealing 
not just an image but an entire world beyond the page

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a tryptic of vertical paintings in soft blurry hues of pinks peaches and blues entitled Endless Path

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