WORDS OF WORK The words I spoke that I thought were good hurt you. I told you that I said bad things, but your words saved my life. Words said to someone, or said by someone, plant seeds in our hearts like a spell. How we take those words and use them as sustenance can be a curse or a celebration, depending on how we perceive and think about them. I cherish both hearing and saying the words, and I want to make them my own food and my own unique flower. I expressed this in the form of a floral beast blooming from a seed. Main painting materials: Sumi ink, face paint, gesso (gofun gesso), pen, Watson paper, wooden panel