waiting for you

    waiting for someone

how to make a friend

book 10: threads of belief

words and meanings: shades of grey

Book 8

an exploration with my typewriter, dictionaries, and the photocopying coloured paper in black and white; attempting to find something in the definitions of the words i struggle to use and struggle to understand. the words that can hold so much but often get assigned so little.

exposures: book 7

a month of playing around with this - drawings in class converted to others within my studio - converted again - pieces of canvas painted - photos researched - cutting - gluing -
finished: repeat-repeat-repeat-

the melancholic state of january

the new year: looking back wondering if anything actually existed - looking ahead wanting to see hope - trying to find something in this moment
and so 8 small paintings - the first work created in my studio. a place already bringing me life.

the search

As I move away from what’s known I enter a life of searching - I’ve left the places with answers but refuse to leave meaning. I am in the struggle of defining this in pictures without a lot of contrast.
This little book contains my preliminary thoughts on this subject – and in the spring will be nearer completion of a larger work on this subject.

book number three

every party and group event i've been to since i moved i manage to only see people in the boxes their clothes, their choice of joke, what they are doing puts them in. i don't want to be in a box. so, i leave early because it is better to feel lonely when you're by yourself.
so i asked what to do with the boxes?

book: the second one

the process of creating both art and yourself - perhaps they are not two seperate entities. the processing of your life and the documentation of pieces of it seems to be yet another symbiotic relationship

i love little books - the look of something not professionally published where art and text come together. i love that i get to use my typewriter when i make them. i love sitting on the floor with the pages strewn around me with my glue stick, scissors and paintbrush until my back is so sore from bending over the work that it is a few hours before i can fully straighten it.
in my effort to try and bring text and visual stuff together, as a way to document some of my processes, and in an effort to include my friends in it all i will be attempting to create one every month and sending them out.
i don't love colour photocopiers - actually i don't love how hard it is to line things up on them. and they cost a lot too. but, i think i will learn to like them more with my next book. i have a better idea of their limitations now. and i usually find beauty within the limitations of things.

little books begin...