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.