This is an art project I was asked to take part in back in the mid-nineties, part of a large project/installation by the artist Diana Lynn Thompson. I had completely forgotten about it, but I was cleaning up in the studio today and came across it. It's so funny to see, right after finishing "The Sketchbook Project", as these are indeed the pages of a sketchbook too. There was a show at The Richmond Art Gallery (that I never saw- I'm such a putz), where apart from Thompson's paintings & installations there were 18 desks, on each of which were placed the journal/sketchbook of a woman who had experienced the birth or loss of a child (this is reminding me- I was probably asked to write a journal, not do a bunch of insane collages. Whatever.) These pages kind of freak me out- I'm pretty sure I never went through all that craziness... I'm pretty sure I can't have had a baby. I know she's upstairs on our bed eating ice cream and listening to "Pride & Prejudice" on audiobooks with her head-phones, but still. It's hard to believe.
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