The first option was to watch two episodes Charlie Brown Valentine’s on television, then choose a book form. I had been thinking of Charlie Brown early this morning for no reason at all. I had also been thinking about the content of this “lost and found” project. I quickly eliminated the Turkish book. It scared me a little in class. I opted for the snake book, much less frightening in folds and aesthetic. I began with orange construction paper, 9″x12.” It was relatively easy to score the paper in thirds and fourths. Cutting a piece of cookie box and Diet Coke cardboard was much more challenging. I found myself ruler-impaired. Measurement-impaired. I wiped out the cookie box in three tries, then went on to a 12-pack container of Diet Coke. It took two attempts before I could figure out how to measure and cut 3″x3.” Embarrassing but true. I covered the covers with decorative card paper, something reddish, warm and questioning. So then I had my pages and covers ready to go. Content was next.
I like the idea of lost and found. I considered writing about my father, but I did a lot of that last semester in Marion’s class. So I decided to write about finding something else, something else that I’d lost or never had: a home. I’ve moved a lot in adulthood; my family moved a lot in my childhood. I’ve almost been in Baltimore as long as I’ve been in any one place: 4.5 years and counting. Once I get to 5, this’ll be the record. And I might stay much longer. So I used words and images to narrate this process of wandering and finding, wandering and finding and leaving, wandering and perhaps staying. …of something a priori lost, that is never known, and now found for the first time. It’s unsettling – all this losing and finding – so the images are not squared on the pages nor are they consistent or repetitive. I purposely glued Colorado upside down since that was where and how I lived for two years before moving to Baltimore. The book begins with Colorado and journeys through addictions and love and running before landing on a tenuous yet hopeful finale with Baltimore and “home.” A little cheesy at the end, perhaps.
I enjoyed the project of creating this book and felt myself leaning into its content more than I expected. I like fitting form to content and vice versa. I also like the feel of the supplies in my hands on a Saturday night: grounding and demonstrative of the dance between form and content. I look forward to seeing everyone else’s creations Tuesday night, maybe with a Charlie Brown-ish denial or desire of something lost and found. Until then, bye peeps!