Restrained
I, born of the title of
Virginia Woolf’s sister
Mourn the passing of my paintings in the privacy of this new home
No. 8 Fitzroy Sq. bombed last night – art the only fatality
Clustered, cloistered, perhaps, by other people’s things
Second hand. The generosity of others is not unwelcome
But,
the task at hand to make of them her own, is, in itself, an art form
After all, one can always paint more paintings
