Keeping Track Of My Tears
I’ve clipped newspapers and magazine pages since I was a sophomore at The Peddie School. Not full stories or articles, but I do that too sometimes. When I zero in on a phrase, or part of a text, I tear it out and leave it on my bench. When too many get in the way of my work, they’re put in a drawer. There are thousands like the one shown here.
All of these have something to do with me. Often, I don’t know what it is (yet). But the relationship is there. Perhaps they validate what I’m feeling at a particular time. Some help me articulate a process I’m working through.