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I feel it inside

Here’s another little artist book. I made it back in the spring. I think I have another one to post from that time, and then I’ll be caught up – don’t know why I’ve let these photos languish in my holding bin.

When I make these little books, I usually have a group of them going at once, and I work on one, then another, a page at a time. I do it this way because the glue or paint or whatever has to dry on one page spread before I can go on to another one, so it makes sense to have several to work on at once.

I created the images with no idea what the text will be or even how the images will relate to one another. I like the serendipity and the formlessness of this approach for its utterly relaxing and undemanding lack of prescribed direction.

When I’ve finished the pages I write up whatever I think makes sense. It is always interesting how the book turns out to have a story or a theme even if I did not try to create it that way.

I am sure I’ll be doing some more books soon – I have some new ones all set up and ready to get to work on.

The images for this book appear first and then I’ve written out the text below.

I Feel It Inside

The orbit of my thoughts:
all the inquiring looks
the examinations
the mysteries
the layers of meaning
all the unknowns the sun shines on

a mirror image
a corporeal being
the colorful life
the everyday solid and sturdy
the landscape of the living
vibrant everything
the patterns the significance the known

The orbit of my thoughts.

Stepped Through the Barrier

Here is an artist book I did back in March. The images of the book pages appear first and then I have written out the text below them.

I painted the pages of the book first and then I created the text to go with the images. I prefer to work this way, rather than illustrating something I have written. Somehow seems to suit my way of thinking so much better! If you see photographs, they are ones that I have taken myself.

Stepped Through the Barrier

Did I tell you I saw her yesterday? Yes, you did.
How did she seem? She seemed the same as always.

I seemed the same as always.
Can you see me and say otherwise?
Another hot day, you told me.
Yes. I agreed with you. Another hot day.

As soon as I stepped into this landscape I knew
it would be empty no matter how long I stood here.
Under the red tree at the bottom of the hill there is only
the under of the red tree at the bottom of the hill. I see that
somewhere along the way I have walked off the road
into the sky, the earth, the paper, the pages.
I wonder if my footprints can be seen

or have I vanished leaving no trace
have I taken myself and left only the hollow remains
of a tree that once had green leaves?