there is a homemade flag flapping in the wind or otherwise in iceland [which i will visit soonly]
[for those of you who do not know, i am a morin heights / montreal based artist]
thanks to the ever lovely RETEMA, my love for you and yours has infected new soil, in a foreign land in a language i do not speak - my homemade love is there
i would really like it if i could send more to him to leave for others
or maybe just the sea
it is upside down
i am strangely torn between deep love and heart stopping infatuation
