returning, after a long time of posting nothing here.
i'm also returning to my one of my senior projects after an almost equally long amount of time after it's exhibition.
it's what got me so hooked onto blackout poetry in the first place, and this blog's existence. as i worked on my blackout project, i wanted to save the individual poetries as the happened. i have worked on enough projects to have thrown away most ideas of a work staying the same throughout the entire creative process. even if i did want to keep it concrete, it needed to be flexible and changeable in order to be something creative. i allowed that and it worked. a few years after its completion, i am still very pleased and even quite proud of this project.
it became what i wanted, what i needed. it was personal, but still something i could share, it had impact on others. i found a way to record the changing process. i can look back and know where the switches turned on. i had to take a deep breath and cross out things i thought i needed in order to move on and make all the pieces come together, forming a story i knew was what it needed to become. and i even forgot if i was working and thinking on my art project or life. i find that both have lessons like this to give.
as i worked, i was still writing page after page in journal after journal recording my own changes and experiences and trying to make sense of life.
"we decided together to show people the beginning" this was the last panel of my work. because even though the reading was over, life was still just starting. and by now, i knew i was not alone.
to read the final poem, you can skip to my post called the journal/the journey.
