I'm reading a book that has art assignments at the end of each chapter. As is my pattern, I did the first few assignments, then decided to just read the chapters and get what I could that way. This is done on a cardboard box a friend used to send me a birthday gift. The assignment was to decorate a box to hold the other things we would be doing throughout the book. Harrumph. I think I did three or four more small things before I quit doing the assignments. But part of what I learned from doing this little thing is how it's sometimes fun to do something using less than stellar materials, and without having any aspirations whatsoever of creating a masterpiece. I'm thinking that sometimes, it might be better to do something rather than being paralyzed by the desire for perfection.
Anyway, this is an example of found poetry. I'd cut out the phrases a good while ago, and found them again when I was looking for something to decorate my box. It also helped that I'd recently been working in my art room to clean it up a bit, something I've been intending to do for a very long time (and something I now need to get back to doing). We all know what they say about good intentions.
I have some very wise friends. One said my colors belie the dark sentiment. But I have another friend who often talks about the "direction of correction," and if you are a person who craves time alone, sometimes being left alone can be a good thing. That might be my "direction of correction!