About Photoscribbles One Year Later
Photoscribbles
Words and images dance together on experiences of living light. Through these entanglements and recording of incident eyes, heart and tongue, we solidify our memories and leave the rest to be forgotten. The drink of Lethe and the reflective returns. Our boat does not turn back, but we do pursue to review what happened, as best we can return to it. Regarding and recording. That’s what photoscribbling is about.
I started toppling my standard requisite Facebook photo dump into something better in June 2023. I got bored with myself and the stupid scrolling I roll aside within about 10 minutes of abhorrence—and it’s not the people that annoy me, dear friends.
I love the people. It’s just the typical jive, everybody posing and making that face, the Metaverse overlords, and something bigger was upon me by then. I was elated by my family’s photo snapping. I was delighted by anything different. I was running the ink out of my favorite ballpoint black pens. I was spirited by spirit.
Since writing came back to me, it is unstoppable, and what do you do with it all? Keep it in your lockbox, under a bushel, or an abandoned storage locker? No, I’m putting it up. Amusing myself, my children, and Erik, my snapping collaborator of creative love, whom I also read aloud to.
I read beats to Erik, they beat like a heart, and then I put it written on Facebook with the photo albums overflowing, and now I encounter them one year later and say – oh, I want that on my Substack preserved like an art installation.
This art is evolving so, with permission forgiveness for repeating myself, may I throw out several Photoscribble Throwback posts with revised text and reconsidered pictures? Yes, yes, I may.
I don’t have forms, following, or format to adhere to. I have evolving artistic expression and that’s welcome. Considering that I used to be a dry desert of nothing doing and non-existence, I’d say any art is worth the wrangling and I’m not stopping now. Substack is fun.
My other snatched free time is wildly oscillating between infuriating editing and enjoyment, completing the interior formatting process for my big insane forthcoming book called Mindy, God, and Things I’m Not Supposed to Say. 435 pages of raving lunacy, coming your way soon. Oh boy.
In celebration of the one year anniversary of our Substack and my 45th trip around the sun, I’m putting up a series of Photoscribbles Throwback posts for the sake of creative evolution. These are my riches and the last thing I want to do is hoard them.