For the most part my garden journals are text. I sometimes glue things in, like this grubby cigarette pack. This is often the first thing I find in the garden in the spring when the snow melts. A little souvenir left by a driver speeding down the street.
Sometimes I add my own photos or a drawing based on my photo.
Sometimes I add things just to relieve the boredom of page after page looking the same: all words and no pictures. Currently I seem to be pasting in a lot of political cartoons, headlines and op-ed columns.
But one winter I decided to turn my words into art; to create free-standing journal pages that functioned as art works. I used colored papers, adhesive letters, collage, paint and anything else that came to mind and to hand.
I decided on a paper size and also tried initially to use only neutral greenish tones. I began by creating various cover pages, intending to eventually tie the pages together with ribbon like a gift or perhaps make a box to hold them.
I didn't worry if the text was readable or made sense.
I wrote text on the computer, printed it out, enlarged it on a photo copier, chopped it up and drew on it.
I used colored ink.
Sometimes I used other writer's words.
Or I used my own text — "white grass this morning" — referring to frost, but not my own handwriting.
Then I started to use random texts like these fortunes from cookies.
It's always a rare event when I am able to leave words — even random letters — behind. But I tried to say things visually . . .
This was a fun exercise that told me how very connected I am to using language rather images to tell stories or share information.