Pickles and Poetry

I see a pattern with in myself of a seasonal infatuation with poetry. About this time of year- February, March, April, I am extra-moved by the written word and the resonance of phrases. This collage watercolor was inspired by the line:
"pickled in the brine of self pity" that I read somewhere and jotted down- sorry I don't recall who, or where. But it captured my mood that day and made it to a scrawled script at the bottom of a to-do-list. The poetry with-in the painting is taken from a poem by Jen Holz called, TO JL, AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS BROTHER, published in February's Chronogram Magazine.