Painting Ira was a dialog, and afterwards, when I took a photo of him looking back at me beside the painting, I felt I ought to ask him what it was like to be painted.
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Before I became a painter I was a failed poet. I love poetry with its mysterious use of words, bending, creating, smearing words to reveal emotions hidden or apparent. I was too uptight with words and I found my freedom in painting.
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