September 23, 2024
A Thousand Thousand
There are a thousand thousand
reasons
to live this life,
every one of them
sufficient.
—Marilynne Robinson
One of those thousand thousand for me: playing with asemic writing, i.e. journaling thoughts and feelings, wonderings and observations, and complaints and fears, with a pen, by hand, using lines and symbols which look like writing but do not conventionally convey meaning and which leave interpretation to the “reader.”
Incorporating this quasi-writing into my scraps diary project has revealed itself to be a delicious gift. I love the feeling of thinking my thoughts while my hand makes handwriting-like or intuitive marks. I love the flow, the feeling of creative fluency, the siphoning off of stuff from my mind, the way asemic writing engages me as I use it in service of composition, the feeling of letting thoughts move through me to leave a trace. The experience feels distinctively different from thoughts that pass through my mind with no accompanying writing and distinctly different from thoughts that I put into writing as, for example, I am doing here in these blog paragraphs. And I love it!

2.5 x 8″; acrylic, pencil, ink, oil pastel, and collage on paper
abstract
2024


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