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.