sifting through years of collage material, things i have folded up and held on to for years. when i open the large shallow box that contains them i feel simultaneously soothed and disturbed by my nostalgia. i keep a list of every address i’ve ever lived at. pastel commuter rail tickets to fitchburg. hurtful notes from ex-lovers. beautiful paper i’ve assigned meaning to. they fill a box i could never part with.
but using them is something different. it’s not keeping them or letting them go. it’s putting them in a place more visible to you, or less visible to me. eight years ago i worked on a similar project with a best friend, a mobile strung with nostalgia. beads, scraps and charms from jewelry boxes collected together and bound with thread. hanging them up helped put them away, or put them to use.
art book club’s collaborative art works are some of my favorite. this time we decided to make a book of it, but instead of chronological pages, we chose to create on every page anywhere we please. i just received the book for the first time and i’m looking forward to adding my part. a favorite page of mine:
bougainvillea grows through fences. sea gusts part the clouds. valencia oranges in boxes piled on the sidewalks, hands peeling the skin to show you the fruit. “very sweet, very sweet.”
it’s spring and art book club brainstorming is in full bloom. my good friend Nick gave me these two books a few months before our current project “breakthrough” began, and something tells me they will play a part in my work very soon. i’m reading “journals and sketchbooks” as inspiration for my coming turn with our group’s journal. sharing a journal in this project is a nod to art book club’s first collaboration, and i’m really looking forward to what our combined musings will have to say five years later (!!)
i’m also currently reading “milk and honey” by rupi kaur, and this poem stuck out to me as it’s how i feel about the group effort that is art book club. the work i produce for myself as well as in a collective must stay true.
Easing into this collaboration once again, I experimented with some new color combinations and a variety of paper textures/weight.
thoughts included bodies, cancer, and sex. painting in this bedroom is somewhat new to me, but the light is perfect in the afternoon.