Journal Journal

I have kept some kind of journal for the majority of my life. Some years I have had 12 sketchbooks, full of writing. As changes in my life forced me to downsize my material objects, I begun to look through the journals that had survived the last 40 or so years. I kept certain pages and some entire journals. I also realized that my written words were stored energy. And much of that energy I did not want to keep in my life. So I decided to take some of the journals and place them in my backyard. Open and vulnerable to the elements and any random backyard visitor. The wind, rain and sun did their own beautiful “damage”. But I decided to alter them even more by stacking them and creating a sculpture like form. Later I added dirt and wildflower seeds. I was wanting to show some kind of growth from the pages and pages (piles and piles) of words I had written. Throughout the process, I took photographs, which I then manipulated to appear as patterns, representing the repeating patterns of “stuck” thoughts I had seen in the journals. I also took videos of the wind moving the pages. Showing the elements in action.