When I spilled the waxed paper bags out of the folder, along followed an old book of poetry which disintegrated  as it fell. The pages leapt out of the book and onto the waxed paper bags . Gluing scraps down and smearing WhiteOut over the words began the process of composing. I began looking closely at the words, which were not covered, realizing fresh cryptic  poems were writing themselves. I simply helped them along adding marks with ball point pens from the hotel room (sharpies wouldn't write over the wax) and stamped words of my choosing.  I carried them in a cigar box back home to the studio. They were first shown at Gem Gallery on Peaks Island.......In their ephemera state, viewers saw them more as cards than paintings. So, I adhered each piece to a birch panel with resin and wax and painted a few translucent layers of oil paint. The result is what you see here. There are 22 total pieces in the series which equals one whole Foods paper bag. Pretty nice huh?