What if I were to say this painting’s done?
That the thousands of curving brush strokes,
The drips, the scrapes, the splashes are enough;
That there’s no need for lines, for spots,
For tiny squares and illegible words —
All the marks that I could add;
Crisp afterthoughts, to give it definition…
Might that not say that I, too, am enough?
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