I really want to be that artist who makes notes people can actually read, and nurtures ideas in a series of leather sketchbooks. Big fail. And, let’s be real. At age 51 and 30 or so years into this career, I can’t go back and document my actual process. I can only show you the haphazard pile of sketchbooks, studies, diaries, notes, essays, pages torn from magazines, and bits of writing on cocktail napkins and post-it notes. Also, who is going to care?
I kind of care, not because I want to leave a lasting legacy, lol, but because I am interested in seeing my journey, and connecting the dots so I can learn and decide what to do next. I fantasize about archival boxes, acid free tissue paper and glassine sleeves for my clearly labeled photos. All stored in a climate-controlled flat file. I will never have that and it’s time to let go. So what do I have, besides the "pile" I mentioned before? I have my art database, social media, blog posts and iPhone photos. This is actually a pretty good collection of "documentation" in my digital footprint. And all that Facebook and Instagram posting? It hasn’t been a waste of time after all.