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Object Journal – May 2018

Paper, tissue paper, adhesive, hot glue, found objects. Dimensions: 9 1/2″ x 9 13/16″ x 1 5/8″

The idea for an object journal came in February(ish) of 2018, but I pushed it off until the weather was warmer. My idea was, rather than write entries, I was to find an object for every day of the month and assemble them together as a type of record or journal for May.

What I didn’t know was that I would be wasting away and dying by the end of May. The month started off great. I picked up a pinecone on a walk on the first day. I intended to make little tags and mark them all as I found them to record when and where I picked them up. My health deteriorated so quickly, by the end I could hardly walk around my house or sit up. I remember feeling my bones start to press against my skin in certain areas. As a result, I didn’t get to make as detailed a record as I originally designed.

I gathered the last six pieces or so on the last day of the month because I had missed so many days. For two days I could hardly move at all, and I considered leaving two spaces blank. For some reason, I thought it more important to gather the full number of pieces, and I did so. I gathered objects, broken, lost, unnoticed, or discarded at a time when I was also trapped and broken. They spoke for me when I could not. I would love to do a later object journal in the proper form someday, but this instance was very special.

The objects are not housed in any particular order. I fit the items together where there was room and where it seemed to work best.

The focus of the journal, I think, is not in the objects themselves. Though they carry their own stories. The focus is the gathering–that so many objects from different times and places, should one day reside in the journal of a woman wasting away of disease, to speak on her behalf.

No one would think that a lost pearl bead, a discarded cicada shell, or an old tag on a pair of thrifted trousers would come to much.

But they did.

2 Comments

  1. Marilyn November 16, 2018 at 10:49 pm

    You did a great job with the journal and the objects you found. Thank you for sharing.
    Marilyn

    Reply
    1. Mary Tait November 22, 2018 at 3:14 am

      Thank you, Marilyn. It was very fun to assemble.

      Reply

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