An egocentric artists' cooperative with no defined boundaries of discipline. The MPA exists as a protective cocoon where pretentiousness comes to morph gracefully into subtle arrogance. We post about our own art as well as art that we encounter throughout our travels.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Contemplation
I'm writing to myself. But I'm putting it on the internet. Letters that should be hidden away in a drawer or burned. Instead, mailed out. Return to Sender. Enveloping opines. Wrapping them up in impulsively knitted designs of erudite temperament.
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