I've said this over and over and over.

There is no hidden meaning in my love affair with words.

Rhyming words.

Quoting quotes (famous or otherwise).

Writing messages.

Painting them on

large canvases.

You want a long rationalization about why I do it?

You got the wrong guy for that.

How about if I just say that I like it?

And do it instinctively.

             Because I like to paint.

             Because I like words.

             Because I like putting painting and words together in unusual ways.

To those who might say wordart isn’t art,
I say art can be anything.

The art in wordart is its simplicity.

            It gobsmacks you.

            Bang, bang, bang! (Or a bit more subtly than that.)

            Wordart makes you smile.

You like to smile, don’t you?

Well, smiles don’t pop out of thin air.

Sometimes they hang on walls.