Always finding random old things to put into art projects from SCRAP in SF and Urban Ore in Berkeley.
This is a recent side project from of course more of my writing and these old small photo papers that are getting increasingly dark in the light. At first I thought it was just glossy paper and then I realized that they hadn't been "fixed", and they were turning from off white to yellow to light tan and gray as I kept them in the sun.
Initially when I typed words from my old typewriter and hung them on my studio walls, they were patterned from my fingerprints and small creases which added a tinge of yellow or pink here and there. Now they are growing muddy and eventually they will turn black. I'm not sure if the ink will rub off and leave lines of words I can then fix, but just in case they do disappear, I'm recording what I typed here:
I AM NOT HERE.
LIKE FLOWERS I'M WAITING.
DEATH IS COMING TOGETHER.
HE IS GOING TO LAY IN THE DARK IN THE OTHER ROOM.
I'M SORRY FOR BEING SORRY...
WILL YOU MARRY ME?
What really caught my attention later on that I didn't notice while initially making these was that the "I'm sorry for being sorry..." page had light indents from something had written with a pen (before I knew I might use it) and then rubbed off with my thumb. So what I had written was a hexagram from the I-ching that I had thrown while thinking about my ex boyfriend, who's initials are visible underneath the hexagram Chien Kun.