I tell you, I know a good thing when I see it (said tongue in cheek).
They do say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.
Well Olya, being a dab hand with the brush, put out challenge to the blogosphere, seeking suggestions for how she might use words to add a new dimension to her paintings about Hackney/Brick Lane, where she lives.
So she and I have started a little collaboration project. I decided to write poetry. I haven’t written poetry since I was angry, drunk and 17 (before emos were invented. Once again, I’m so ahead of my time!)
So pop over to her blog and have a read. I’m glad I’m a pseudonym writer, because I feel all jubbly when I read stuff I wrote (besides all the corporate guff I used to get paid to do. To this day I read all my old work and think I kicked ass and give myself a pat on the back. Then a slap in the face).