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.
It’s not just whimsy or folly at work. The words look at me and beg me to tear the page around them, and discard all that won’t end up in my drawer.