Writing, Mixed Media
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.
“Supposed.”
Money aside, I don’t.
I like to make and I make—but why?
Money aside, I don’t.
From here, I knew what this notebook was meant for. The phrase I wrote, as of 11/17/23, felt true to the life of an artist. It felt true to my life as an artist. While writing the phrase daily became the only rule I followed, I allowed whatever else flowed make its way to paper.
After each page had been filled, I explored outputs that communicated the fragility of my thoughts in a confined yet malleable nature. The result being a deconstructed book, organized by phrase and flow, sewn to a window screen—analyzing the act of creation and monetization, and what it could all be for, if anything at all.
Writing, Artist Book
8.5” x 11” mixed media
7.5” x 7” mixed media
Writing, Artist Book
I did a bit of a deep dive into words I’ve written at peculiar hours of the night, and set out to explore some questions of mine. Once published, words and images in a newspaper are set. Their word for the day is permanent, though mine is ever-changing—rearranging. What is the conversation between tone and tone? Paper and fold? Type and image? Delicate and rigid? You and me... will you let them breathe?
Writing, Merchandise Design
8.5” x 11” gouache on paper