rosemerry wahtola trommer
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Hypnagogic Hints
Even as My Empty Hand Reaches my head heavy on my pillowconsciousness in a slidefrom wakefulnessto sleepi notice my mindcomposing linesof poetrylush phrasesintricate cadencesmeaning-dense metaphorsthat— in the darkof nightin the presence of gravity’s pull on my bodyin the absenceof paper and pencil at hand—evaporateinto a breathingmicro-mist create a biomefor deep deep dreams i wonder will Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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