Bamboo Forest Installation
Yesterday I ran out to pick up some blank refills for my
journal. So this morning I'm sitting and procrastinating
other work and looking over past entries and sketches.
'03 Script for video (and reminder to service car)
Perhaps I need to look back more frequently because
I've got a backlog of art ideas. On the other hand maybe
the little books are just fine by themselves. In any event
they are a way for me to show up for my art each day.
Text Messages from the Dead (excerpt)
I find time most days to journal or sketch. Yesterday, of all
things I felt a short story evolving in my head in relation to
the "A Book About Death" project. Strange that I wanted an
image to pop out but it was a narrative. I pulled over, tore
the shrink wrap off my new refills and wrote.
6 comments:
Very interesting, Bill. I'm also fascinated by the interaction between words and images. I've got a few lovely Moleskines, but they're wasted on me. I tend to write in the lowliest of notebooks and sketch on pieces of discarded paper, but I understand the appeal of fresh pages. I'm curious where this will take you.
Thanks for the comment Mineke. For me some days can be filled with great energy and devoted to a particular piece but I realize that plodding along everyday even in a journal is my working mans (or woman) way of creating something everyday. Of course checking blogs such as yours is always inspiration for that daily art gem also.
Bill,
I'm happy to pass on to you a keepsake/award in today's blogpost. No pressure, just a token of my appreciation.
I just saw it - thanks so much
I wish my brother would text me. He died in 2001. I still have him on my iChat, just in case.
Thanks for the comment Matthew. There's always things unsaid.
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