Only 163 or so left to go.
Wondering if I like them multi-coloured like this, or if I should paint them white (after wrapping them)
First thing in the morning,
I begin a new page with the date at the top, and then I write whatever is at the top of my mind.
The best ideas are right there when I wake up.
Problems I've solved in my sleep. Answers to questions.
New decisions that seem urgent.
When I wrap the journals up like this, they lose the personal moments and become more about time itself. The exterior textile wrap twists around the book and mimics my rapidly changing mind. Somehow, when the emotion of the interior is represented this way with fabric on the exterior, the book transforms into a textile covered block of time.
If you are interested, the history of this project can be seen first here, and then here.
To what do our lives cling?
Our lives cling to their narrative. Helene Cixous