Octo+Plus
The Octo-Plus has eaten up all my words and the stream has run dry. When the words don’t flow, I let the paint flow instead. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. That might actually be a self-portrait, lurking in the bottom left corner of the painting’s glass. Ah, the ghost, not in the machine, but in the painting. It’s a hard life, being a writer when the words dry up.
I remember the old school’s terms of abuse “Oh, dry up!” Well, 70 years later, I have done just that. Mind you, it’s only for a day or two, and look, miracle of miracles, I am writing again. Leave the keyboard, take up your pen. The words are flowing and you’re writing again.
rogermoorepoet 
I think it’s wonderful to switch up your craft every now and then, perhaps I will start writing! 😉
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The descriptions of some of your paintings read like poems. All I did with my poem for you was remove some of the surplus words in your own description. The beauty of creativity is that it is not limited. In fact, it is usually limitless!!!
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I once heard a wise old man say, “Don’t get off the bus.”
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He also said “If you’re on the wrong bus, change buses!” Which I did. Hence the painting. I’m back writing again now, Neil. Just a temporary blip.
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