So, I have undertaken something called the Fiction Project, which is part of the Brooklyn based Art House Co-op.  The idea is that artists and writers from all over the world get a moleskin journal in the mail, fill it out with story and art, then send it back in.  The Co-op then travels across the US to show the collection, ultimately and finally logging the books within their library. Every author/ artist is given a theme to work with.  You can choose or have yours randomly selected- I did that and got ‘ a day in the life.’  Of course once I got the theme I wished that I’d picked one from the list.  But eventually, I came up with an idea of something to write about.  It has to do with birds and migration, and generally knowing what to do with your life.

I think I liked the idea of sending something into the world immediately, without it having to filter through barriers of publication, acceptance or rejection, and so on.  I like the idea of people reading through my book, and it living forever in a library somewhere. Getting my art out of my own living room has been a growing theme in my life lately.

That being said, The Fiction Project almost feels as if it’s going to disappear into thin air once I send it out- never to be seen again by me (although it will be digitized online), and with the possibility that no one will have any strong feelings about it. . .  So on that hand it’s kind of hard to get motivated and get to work.  But . . . I am a bit of a perfectionist, so I also don’t want to do something half assed, because then you are not only putting time into something, but sending something into the world that is not a true representation of what you can do.  ARGGG.  This kind of mental ping pong is kind of what the story in the book is about, incidentally.

Anyways, I’m going to put up some pictures.