Homes are delicate places.
They’re not made to last forever, but we expect them to behave as if they will and we hope against hope that this delicate place will protect everything that matters to us from the world outside.
I decided to start a visual journal- I’m not sure what I’ll put into it yet but I’m sort of excited by the prospect.
Will I practice my drawing there? Keep little reminders like pictures or postcards of things that mattered to me in the moment?
What will happen to my journals, once I’m gone?
They’re not made to last forever and they are delicate and susceptible to the elements and bugs and rodents and poorly placed bottles of water and cups of tea.
Will anyone except for me ever look at them? Or will someone find them and take it apart, using the little bits and pieces I’ve saved there for their own journal, or maybe gift wrapping or maybe they will use it to prop open a door or window- if there are such things a long time from now.
I guess I am hoping that my little bits of art and examples of my creativity will be safely housed in this delicate home I’ve built for it.
The world outside is so overwhelming and its full of monsters and endless nights of rain.
I’m not sure this will be enough to keep safe paper and ink and glue.
But I hope against hope that it will be.
Made In Australia Advent Calendar: The Man From Farther Out