Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.
You might have noticed it in the sidebar of this blog some weeks ago. I left it up there for ages as there is so much to think about in it. Part of it (Store Those Memories) was added to my latest spread for The Documented Life Project 2015 as you can see here.Circles, Circles stancil as well as Picasso's Words one by Stencilgirl). I added collage with vintage images and paper napkins. I then stamped on the ART word (using a stamp from ARTspecially). It's a way to remember this quotation which at first reading seems quite negative but is in fact spurring us on to make sure we treasure our memories, good or bad. Of course there had to be a postage stamp too. That has almost become a signature for my art journalling pages.
|ligularia with campanula in the background|