The poem, History, flew out of me onto paper in the wee hours one night and morphed into a drawing which turned into the painting, Written on the Body. If you look closely, you can read the poem in the painting. I had just been in an automobile accident, and it became all about the body. I had to spend a lot of time in bed, and to keep sane/happy, I had to make art. I wrote in bed and painted in bits and pieces, through the pain. The paintings in the series, Written on the Body, are all about the body post-accident.