Living Word of Gwynnite

I remember once wanting to write the story of my life in a poem. Now, I find myself living it.

I never had a point until I drew Gwyneth Paltrow. Thirteen years later, she is my only point; there is no point to any other.

But from the one point, three; make four - i love my gwynnies - a geomantic tale of "the ten thousand things" composed from the glyphs of 0/1/2/3...

And yeah, it's a story. The Gwynnies I'm holding above is a story of forty hours. The Gwynnies I'm drawing now, from a sketch of a million words.

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