Art, Life, Photography, Poetry, Stories from the Art, Writing NYC Fridge Poetry / As if peering out that 9th floor window to the NYC traffic below, I see those magnetic words bunched, wandering, gravitating…. north, south, east, west…. Like NYC cars, the words move with purpose. Noisily. Quietly. Always with purpose. read more You May Also Like Drawing Them Out: Faces Reveal Artist’s Growth Ten Tips: Keeping Art Brushes, Sponges, and Stamps Usable What do you make?