I make scrapbooks and journals for all sorts of reasons, sometimes for my own creations and writing, sometimes for specific project and in this case, for inspiration or dareisay therapy.
Background: I was having hard go of it in life or whatever and moved into a very small room at a boarding-house-type place. While basic, i quite loved having a place which kept me safe and allowed me rest. Reminded me a sign i saw in Vancouver for the “Wonder Hotel – Rooms for Rent – Clean, Quiet, Free Cable, Fridge, Secure” – all the attributes this Ankangan Guesthouse possessed.
Compiled during a lost period, the memories of which are as foggy and blurry as the snaps as i wandered places as cursively sloppy as the scribbles within. Remnants of medical appointments, medications schedules, mail ordered items, lists, journals, poetry, dreams, nightmares and talismans of hoping for peace and healing or just rest or maybe contentment.
The book itself is my “usual style” of a board game backer board, calendar paper front cover (Audrey Hepburn obv) and a variety of heavy stock sewn within using a Japanese sidebinding style.
Also coasters, cards, travel/ticket stubs and oddments to help retrace steps like paper breadcrumbs. Seems a wander from Washington to Oregon to Pacifica (CA) with sojourns to Logan (UT) and Austin (TX). I recall fleeting snippets and folks whom i am grateful to.