nothing can be sacred..... those words echo in my head. my heart. my soul......
digging for collage paper in the corner of the counter (favorite place to put anything that may be needed within arms reach) and found this bookspine.
already made. created; but, now didn't speak to my soul. ripped. scratched and removed some of the work from the bookspine.
flipped the spine over. instant crush.
added a drip. a doodle. a scrap.
no doubt a new work.
a new love.