Video Comic Feature by James Notarianni
I can define my story by my art. I can define my art by my story.
I can define my story by my art. I can define my art by my story.
I wonder if all living things need a self-portrait.
To make something from the desires both to hold and to be held.
She grants me the ability to breathe underwater in this year of oceans.
I frog-kick closer, desperate to recapture what has been lost.
Art should speak for itself, and the artist should maintain a respectful distance and silence.
I knew this was one of those micro-moments in a marriage when it pays to take a breath.
She says, “Just hum me a few bars” — as though you were the one in charge of this gig.
Sound like flesh warms the back of our necks, fills that space between vertebrae and skull.
All day I bundled my strength in my lantern room and shone.