
Sometimes I can't discern the lines that were mine from the tunes that my heart sang along to, and I'm afraid to make a quotable phrase in case it's actually an embedded memory, accidental plagiary, or an invention of my own that's simply far too similar to those that came before, an ignorant sentiment, better solved by an educated mind than parading it as newfound brilliance, yet I still want to write such wisdom in loopy language like the bookmarks I used to collect as a child, or tattoo it on my arm only to wipe it off next week, when I find the next sentiment to try on for size.
About the Creator
Ellen Stedfeld
Perpetually immersed in drawing, illustration, and creative experiments, at live events and @EllesaurArts.com
Community arts in NYC/Queens -- LIC Arts Open, May 13-17th 2026
Love participating in challenges to motivate new work!
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