July 1 - July 31

My life in paint by Susan Carr

Painting is the moon and I am starting to howl

Painting floating inside my teacup six in the morning OM

Painting in dusky fingered roses the sea laps my ankle

Painting on the chalkboard, painting on the test, painting no cheating

Paint me another round and make it ultramarine this time baby

Bottom of the ninth bases are loaded and I’m up to paint

Painting fleshy pink knobby knees up to nose nipple coral red round the top

Painting faster and faster running out of paint

Paint flickers deep on cave wall images of paint in four legs and two

And the wind cries paint

Just one more paint, just one more paint, just one more paint, just one more??

If I only had a bit more paint

In the forest of paint chop wood carry water

Tricky, inclusive, ironic, clumsy, chewy, frenzied, subversive, highbrow, lowbrow, such a brute of talky, talk talk

Paint is on the menu

Painting next time will be the best time because this painting is almost the one but not quite, not quite

Painting dressed in black without a sound snatching the jewels under the cover of night

I am not old; I am not young I am merely a painter

Painting between two pieces of day-old bread instead of glass of milk

Watching painting it is a very good show

Sleepy now will cover myself up in paintings to keep warm

Hey! how come, you so poor? Painting stole me away

The dream of more paint it started like this.