Every so often I tend to go into raging “cleaning” spurs.. only in my house, in my workshop is the opposite not a thing it’s ever tossed only moved to make room for more materials..
I have a wooden box where I keep my old notebooks, inside there are bits of papers with a phrase or sometimes just a name, always with the hopeful plan to not forget and to have time to research more on that person.
I have finished quite a few notebooks, I am a fan of pen on paper and I write in a sort of violent non linear matter. I open the notebook,write what I must and then start on another paper with no particular order.. so going back to older notebooks it is just a peek into chaos.
Through 2016 I have to start a year long project, to begin, my gut tells me to pick up the pile of papers and arrange, this way arranging my own mind, what I need to know next hides in the pile.. just waiting to be found.
I decided through the next few months to share with you part of what is written on my notebooks, characters and works that inspire me.
It is hard to share sometimes, hence my lack of blogging, but in forcing myself to re-discover my own notes, I believe it will help to keep everything in one place and who knows, it might be interesting for someone else as well..
I know exactly what you mean. My notebooks are stuffed with post-it notes, bus tickets, paper coffee cups, till receipts, paper napkins, beer labels, words scribbled on whatever is to hand when the words come. And I have been doing this for decades…
I think it’s quite unique that way, although I have a friend that is an architect and it’s lovely to see everything so clean and in order 🙂
Lovely 🙂 Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading,Rose!