more beautiful than it is possible for me to say

I have kept journals since my 3rd child was born in 1985 – that’s 25 years. They saved family dialog, domestic and world events, dreams, ideas, and notes on what I read.

In the past, I've used journal pages to back fabrics for the english method of paper piecing. The papers were left in and gave those pieces an inner side. (here are three examples 1994, 1999, 2005)

This new piece is the journal from the summer I turned 40. Painted gold, stitched shut.

un-writing

1991 journal, some pages ripped out, the remainder painted gold and stitched shelf of hard cover journals 1994-2004

I have kept journals for years. Family life, art ideas, and notes on what I was reading filled them quickly. In December, I started going through them, transcribing the text into my laptop and disposing of the actual jouranls. I've burned three, another I tore up and used in collage work.


They are like the stitched resist I talked about in my last post. I've spent so much time writing, now it's time to un-write.










shelves of journals 2005-2010 Once I have you looking, I'll let you in on what I'm thinking. Because I am thinking.