Overview
This book was created as part of The Sketchbook Project, an international project that will travel nationally. The collection will be permanently installed at The Brooklyn Art Library in New York.
I requested my sketchbook in late October and it arrived right away with the theme Adhere to me (assigned randomly) imprinted on the back cover. I let it sit on the kitchen table for a week while a multitude of possibilities percolated¦ duct tape, bubble gum, sticky fly and mousetraps, rubber cement. Adhere to me, adhere to me. What does that mean? The phrase became garbled letters without ideas and then slowly clarified into phrases, the best of which became the first pages. More churning ensued with no focus at all. I set the project aside. Within a few days, the book called me to look at what I spend my time thinking about, obsessing over, losing sleep as a result of, and so on. My thoughts adhere to me and these obsessions, connected because they reside in my mind, became the chapters in my book.
I am an avid recycler, you could say transformer of things that are headed for the landfill. I collect scraps of paper, small pieces of plastic that have holes in them. The nettings on fruit, vegetables and garlic are beautiful to me. They come in a variety of colors and sizes. The holes are square and diamond-shaped, small to large openings, one and two-ply. They support, conceal, contain their contents. I love them for their beauty and detest them for their wastefulness. They became a necessary part of my book.
Likewise, there is a lot of waste in the studio at the college where I teach part-time. I have made other pages using these castaways as well. When something is headed for the trash at home, I always hesitate. I wonder what I could make with this?