I paint because I am a woman.
(The logic is hidden but it is forever present
in-sanity in-temperate im-perative.)
I paint because I am, I was, I will be.
(That should be reasons enough
for making, building, birthing, blind hope
despite all evidence to the reverse.)
I paint because I see the end
to all eternities predicted in books and promises.
To stake the claim in pigment, to remain
like specks of dust suspended and transformed